Another Cockroach Story

My housemates from Travellers Worldwide believed that this would make a good Blog entry.

The other night we were watching TV.

People out there, don’t be down on British TV – you are so lucky. Not wanting to be rude or disrespectful but I find the content on the main channels lacking. There are an inordinate amount of Soaps. Some South African, some American imports. We have The Bold and the Beautiful, The Young and the Restless, Backstage, Days of Our Lives and so on. These, I think, are an acquired taste and with the American ones we play spot the Botox. Really, there is a woman on that can’t move her face at all. She has to show emotion with her eyes. Unfortunately this usually means that she just widens her eyes which, sadly for her, results in a permanent ‘rabbit caught in the headlights’ look.

ANYWAY, the point is that it was getting late and it was time to turn in – so I got up from the sofa and went into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw something on my shoulder, sort of emerging over my shoulder actually. I turned slightly to get a better look, at this point unconcerned, and lo and behold, it was an inch and a half long … wait for it … cockroach. Red and shiny and full of life, waving its antennae.

Well, I screamed and tried to flick it off. But it clung on.

Well that was it, I went into stratospheric panic mode and really let rip in the scream department. I knocked the thing off and tried to unlock the bathroom door and get out into the hall whereupon I was met outside the bathroom by concerned house mates wanting to know what an earth had happened.

Orla and Paul tried to get some sense out of me while I just repeated “I looked in the mirror”. I mean I can have my rough days but even so, they didn’t think my looking in the mirror should have caused such an extreme reaction.

When the word cockroach became clear Donna, (new-ish housemate from London not accustomed to my extreme cockroach reactions), dived into the kitchen, collected the Doom and sprayed (or rather drowned) the critter to death.

I still get the creeps just thinking about it. I know, I know. I am much bigger than it is etc etc. But why does it always have to me who has close encounters of the cockroach kind? It’s just not fair.