Monday, August 10, 2009
Fawn was in San Francisco for the weekend.
On Saturday night, I was alone in our apartment and was putting my dinner plate on the kitchen counter. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a dark spot move on the floor. I froze and stared at it. Was it a mouse? Or maybe just a dustball that was disrupted as I walked by? I slowly reached for the light...
"Oh, holy sh*t!"
There was a giant cockroach sitting on the linoleum, waving at me. In my memory, the sucker was like 8 inches long, but I think adrenalin always intensifies the details. I'll just say that I haven't seen a roach that big since I was in a Costa Rican rain forest.
I tried to catch it in a cup, but it scooted under the dishwasher before I could get the cup to the floor. We've been living in that apartment for over two years and 'til this point we've only ever seen an occasional spider or one of those little water-loving centipedes in the tub. I'm pretty sure this cockroach moved in and ate them all.
Every time I walk by the kitchen now, my eyes quickly scour the floor. I don't know what to expect. If I see any little roach babies...!