Steph, in Bitches:
So, want to hear about my quasi-prophetic dream last night?
Good.
I had this dream *last night* that there was a mouse in my kitchen that was between the stove and the cabinets, far back enough that I couldn't reach it.
This morning I shuffle into the kitchen and notice a brown blob on the floor in front of the cabiinet under the sink. I think "How did I drop chocolate?" I grab a paper towel, bend down, and the chocolate comes into focus and waves its antennae at me.
Arrrrrrrrrghhhhhh!!!!
Not a big gross water bug, but the small-ish brown roaches -- the kind where, when you see one, you know that 100 are having a roach F2F in your walls, with tiny little too much roach candy, roach corsets, and roach pleather.
I grabbed it with the paper towel, but I didn't grab it firmly enough and it flailed free, hit the floor, and ran between the stove and the cabinets. And I instantly remembered my dream. It was just like the dream, except with a roach instead of a mouse. Weird.
I spent the rest of the morning shaking my fist ineffectually in that direction and yelling "Come out, you bastard, so I can send you back to HELL!!!"
I think my neighbors are afraid of me.