I experienced something this week…something I never want to experience again yet glad I did because I believe I am truly a missionary now. I’m not very good at telling stories so you’re just going to have to imagine this in your head as I describe what happened and then you can all tell me your stories and how they are far worse than mine!
Here goes…It was a calm Tuesday night…I think it was Tuesday at least…Brian was gone, Maycie sleeping, power out, me snuggled up in bed trying to get just a little sleep (I’m not getting much these days). I was just about to transition into a nice deep sleep when I heard, or thought I heard, Maycie turning the pages of a book. Normally this would make me happy but not this night. With the power being out, I had already had a bit of a rough time getting Maycie to go to sleep and was so relieved when she finally did. So you can imagine my frustration when, after all that work, I still heard her up and awake.
I rolled (literally) out of the comfort of my bed to go and give her a whooping; however, instead of walking out of my room to find Maycie reading I walked out to find COCKROACHES crawling all over the walls in our hallway! I would have taken Maycie reading over this any day, but no, she was fast asleep as she should have been, and had left me all alone to deal with this very serious problem. The sound I’d heard was the nasty little creatures‘ feet crawling and definitely not the pages of a book. My eyes immediately counted maybe 8 and that was just at first glance! I knew better than to take a second look as I would probably be horrified at how many there actually were. Instead, I ran back into my room and closed the door so I could sit and think for a minute about what my next step should be.
Should I try and kill them all? Should I go check on Maycie to make sure there were no cockroaches in her room? Should I run through the house screaming to scare them all away? After much thought and consideration, I decided I needed to be a good mother and check on my daughter. I slowly opened my bedroom door, quickly assessed the situation, and then started to make a run for it. Apparently running was a bad idea because as soon as I started the cockroaches must have thought I was playing chase or something and began to fly about the room and mostly coming RIGHT for me! So there I was, all pregnant extra poundage of me…running, full force, as fast as I could, back to my room to get away from the flying beasts.
What was I supposed to do now! I wasn’t about to go back out there just to be attacked! So, I decided that Maycie was fine and that if there WERE roaches in her room, she’d let me know. I crawled back in bed after a thorough examination of my walls and bed sheets and hoped I could just fall asleep and forget about the whole thing. Well, that was after I called Brian to inform him of what I was dealing with and texting all my friends…just for comfort. I knew the power was coming back on at 10 so when I couldn’t fall asleep, I decided I would wait until then and then I would run through the house and flip on every light switch that was in my path so that the little boogers had nowhere to hide…and that’s exactly what I did. I made it safely back to my room and actually did sleep without any dreams of cockroaches. I got up hesitantly in the morning to find no sign at all of what I had just experienced the night before and for that I was thankful! And I am so thankful Brian is home now and we haven’t had a problem since then!
So, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it…at least until I proudly tell the next person about how I defeated 50 beastly cockroaches instead of 8 and how close Maycie and I actually came to death.