It was so nasty. I have always had a real aversion to them. I don't even like to call them by their names. I have a nickname for them- "hard crunchies." Anyway, one was in my house yesterday, and I was alone. Well, technically, not alone, seeing as I had the hard crunchy AND my faithful dog, yet in this mission, I was, alone. I HAD to take care of this- ALONE. Oh man, I was so upset, and luckily for me, remembered one of my old tricks- a bowl. However, one time, I placed a bowl or a cup over one of these things when I lived at home as a teenager, and I remember it literally was across the room come morning time when my dad frustratingly questioned me about it. I promised him it was the size of his foot, and he was annoyed at my exaggeration. By the time he had to deal with it, he understood that I had only slightly exaggerated, seeing as he doesn't have a particularly large foot.
When I watched the video, I was hysterical. I didn't know I could scream like that. However, it explained why my throat hurt all afternoon. I understand that at 36 years old, I should have slightly more control of myself. Some. Some control might be more appropriate. As for the talking to the hard crunchy and myself- yes, I am aware that talking to ones' self is a sign of mental instability, however, if you met my family, you would clearly see that I am not the worst in the group. Shout out to the fam.! Love you all-- and your many people you talk to.
I swear, not one bit of this was staged or dramatic for the camera. I'm not that good an actress. I knew the experience would be noteworthy, as I wanted Geoff to see what I do with myself while the family is gone during the day. (Besides doing the daily laundry, cleaning bathrooms, vacuuming, dishes, and organizing closets and rooms.) Yes, I even play the part of "Protector of the House from snakes, rats, and hard crunchies." I am a very busy chicky. Which reminds me... We might want to look into a good exterminator.
Luckily, my mom came over in the afternoon, so she was able to dispose of it for me. I cut her hair, and she does dead insect removal. It's a fair trade. And without further ado, I bring you the "event," in its' entirety. I hope you appreciate the trauma it caused me.