Life in this nifty apartment has been good so far. I've only seen a couple of water bugs, and those run under the wall in the bathroom before I can get to them. Plus, they don't creep me out like larger insects which create a sound upon death.
Anyone who knows me knows my rabid fear of spiders and cockroaches. It's hard for me to even type those words, because if I do, it's like an invitation for them to show up. My fear is so bad that I once made my college roommate break a date and come back to our dorm room to kill a roach. I figure I can tell you this because I will never live that down.
A couple of days ago, I, big, strong, brave me, killed a spider all by myself, armed with only a 2-ply Kleenex. I did spend the next 24 hours watching for anything that looked like it had moved in the apartment, but I got better.
This morning, Bug, my cat, (the irony is not lost on me either) was watching under the bed the ways cats do when something's moving. You know what's under the bed, right? Evil. Pure evil. Any Stephen King book or horror movie can tell you that. All I could do is look Bug straight in the eye and say, "I hate you".
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There is a movie in here somewhere. I can't tell if it's a horror movie or a comedy however.
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