It Gets Worse

We were just getting ready to go to bed tonight when Joey said, "I haven't read your blog yet today." So he sat down and did just that.

He finished it, looked up and asked asked, "So are you really going to call them?"

"Um, call them?" I got up off the couch and stretched.

"Yeah, the exterminators."

"Of course. I can't handle those nasty things."

Joey looked down at his lap in a Very Mysterious Way.

"What?" I asked.

"Well....I didn't want to tell you..." he started.

"Tell me what?" I demanded.

"They're coming on Tuesday. To exterminate," he mumbled.

"Wow, is that supposed to be like a surprise? Did you read my mind?" I asked.

"No."

"Well, what then?" I probed.

"I saw a cockroach in here last night--"

I screamed bloody murder, louder than I have screamed in a very long time.

"Where?! What!" I ran straight to the bathroom (don't ask me why) all the while looking around very nervously to see if any cockroaches were in my line of sight.

"It was in the office. It flew by my head and I thought it was a rubber band...then it climbed up my desk and I realized what it was."

"Did you get it? Is it dead?" I wailed.

"No...it got away."

I screamed again.

And so between now and Tuesday I will probably be living on pins and needles. Honestly; cockroaches in MY house!! (My very clean house!) What's worse is that it'll take something like three rounds of extermination to be sure all the little roachies are dead, too, said the man at the leasing office.

It doesn't make any sense to me. We have a very nice apartment in a very nice complex with very nice, new carpet. Now, how the stink do we have cockroaches? Joey said the guy told him they're in the walls. (That's reassuring...)

Oh my gosh, we might have to move.

And on that note, I'm going to go to bed before one flies past my head and I freak out and throw the laptop against the coffee table in a mad dash for someplace where the cockroach is not. (Granted, I'm not sure where that would be anymore, though.)