
Stef and I are home alone for the week and just 10 minutes ago we received a very unwelcome guest. Stefanie went to wash out her cereal bowl that she put into the sink. All of a sudden she screamed and jumped away. I didn't want to look, but there in the sink was a 2.5 in long cockroach with antennas that reached another 3 inches. As soon as I saw it, I screamed too.
What is wrong with me? I just got back from South Africa where I had to spray my bed with bug spray nightly. But for some reason, this bug was toooooo much for me. Every time we got near him, he spread his wings threatening to fly away. Stef and I would scream and rum to a corner, jumping up and down and holding on to one another. We looked pitiful.
Finally, we got the mini monster to crawl on to a magazine. From there, we covered him with a cup and carried both the cup and the magazine to the hallway window. The window looks out over the trash area and from the sixth story we through our new friend to the ground, magazine, cup and all.
The drama is over. Stef is cleaning her room now and I am going to try and sleep. I have a big day of scrubbing the apartment from top to bottom tomorrow.
I knew this day had to come. Every New York apartment has a cockroach or two. Hopefully mine just had one :(
Love you all,
Callie