So I woke at around 6:30 this morning to hear scratching noises and half asleep I thought “oh is that my cat..oh no.. I don’t have a cat anymore!” dear god wtf is that, ugh, a bug.. oh f.. a bug..sigh.. instant fear. Then I pull myself up and see yep.. palmetto bug(Read: HUGE ROACH) running across the baseboard from my dresser to the tiny desk in the room.
I think what is best approach here, turn on light run to get roach spray and remind myself that I can’t scream though because I’ll wake Simon, so I start shaking instead...apparently.
I decide well I have to kill it, so I kick a few things, nothing comes out running. I figure I might as well take the other 'safe' half of my room and get ready for work so I do that slowly, while having a shoe on the bed and roach spray and obsessively watching for it(glad I got proper roach spray recently) and finally it does make a break for it and I kill it, I tried not to overdo the spray. So it’s dead next to the bass amp I have, whew.
So then I focused on trying to calm my body down, that amount of stress isn’t healthy, I didn't want to have a freaking heart attack. So I'm thinking the big must have come in somewhere near my dresser, it/they (second one lately) or maybe there is a hole enough for them to squeeze through by the electric socket or drywall above it. The exterminator was JUST there yesterday, unless that is what drove it out. I don't know.
I think what I heard was it pushing itself into the room from whatever crack or crevice is open (ewww), so I have to figure out what it is and patch it!
So I tell my mom and she said to get these bait things that her exterminator put there and she’s never seen them again, so I guess that's next on my agenda too!
I'm up early, thanks to my new dead friend, so then I figure f this I’m starving and oats are gluten free, there could be trace amounts of whatever in it, worth it. So since I’m early to work I stop at Mcdonald's since it's on the way (yeah that's rare for me I'm usually all huffy puffy fancy and don't go to such crap establishments) after ordering they say “oh can you please pull over for the oatmeal.” so I have to wait and wait and finally they bring it out.
Each bad thing that happened this morning I noticed I kept looking for the bright side and I'm proud of myself! I thought, at least I didn’t wake up to that bug A. Crawling on me, omg could you imagine?! B. It waking me up in the middle of the night, I mean at least it was polite enough to invade only 20 minutes earlier than my alarm, although I’d have preferred my alarm.
When this person driving in front of me was going slow on my way to work I thought, hm.. I’ll notice all the people walking in the morning and stuff, and watch Simon a little in the rearview, he is so cute.
Also when I had to wait for the Oatmeal I thought, is this some sign I shouldn’t play roulette with my sensitivties with gluten (sometimes there is cross contamination if I were a Celiac sufferer, but don't think I am) or am I supposed to notice something, so I stopped to enjoy the moment while waiting. Admittedly there isn’t much scenary to enjoy at a gas station at 7:45am , but nonetheless, I tried.
So I still made it to work at 7:57am.. then before drinking the coffee I also had bought with it, I notice the sticker says “1 cream, 4 Splenda” I’m like are you f’in serious (I can't drink or eat any artificial sweetners, nothing but sugar, instant migraine).. then I open it to smell, and yep.. splenda, I said SUGAR. Funny though, that I can smell it, my senses must be heightened from the ‘kill’ this morning.
Then I am about to get up to dump it out to go get work coffee and start reading my email and I'm approved for this Security Convention I asked to go to for work !!!
Morning=Back to super awesome!