I am up because I am waiting for my enemy to surface.
I went into the kitchen late last night, and there he was.
What people like to be nice and call a "water bug" but let's be honest, it is just a large roach.
Dude, I hate roaches.
Bastard was just sort of strolling across my kitchen floor. Not a care in the world. A big one too, the kind that may or may not have wings or whatever. Completely disgusting. I don't care that there was a cute on in WALL-E, it wasn't cute enough for me to jump on the "I love roaches" bandwagon.
I totally freaked. This morning, even though I was dead tired, I sanitized in every way possible and then went out and sprayed that bug spray with the cool "gun" type of applicator everywhere I thought some sort of gross bug could gain entrance into my domicile. So if homey wants to exit or try to come back in, he is going to get an unpleasant, poisonous surprise.
Last night he managed to get away from me, and I could not fall asleep because I knew that damn thing was in my house. I tried futilely to spray some ant spray, but I had faint hope that it would work.
This morning, not a trace. Nor a trace yet tonight.
I'm waiting, my friend. I'm waiting.
And when you least expect it, it's either gonna be a shoe or some gunk that will cause you to die a hopefully unpleasant death.
Either way, it isn't gonna be pretty.
Because dude, have I mentioned how much I loathe roaches?
*Update: My home is now completely roach free. Sucker put up a fight, though.