welp, that will do it.
DH was an ******* one time (well, multiple times) when I was living up here as an intern. I was on the webcam (JUST TALKING YOU DIRTY MINDED PEOPLE) and on my screen, I thought I saw something small run behind me out in the hallway. I told him I thought there was a mouse!
Go out to the hallway. It was ******* cockroach. A ******* mouse-sized cockroach. DH loves to tell the story about how he then saw me running back and forth and a random squeal every few seconds. I went to get a spatula to kill it and stupidly left my bedroom door open. So when I came back, it was now in my room. I go to kill it, it ******* jumps onto the clothes hanging in my closet. I swat, squeal, then jump back onto my chair, cowering. DH is just rolling on the floor laughing.
Finally get brave and get a good swat in and kill it. Then, my sweet DH goes "you just smushed all the baby eggs everywhere. Now there will be hundreds of little cockroaches." So I sprayed the **** out of that floor with 409.
Put the spatula in the dishwasher. Never told the roommates that I used their utensil for that purpose.
