"Wha--what?"
"There's a giant cockroach in the shower."
"Huh?"
"There's a giant cockroach in the shower."
"In the shower?"
Now, the thought of a giant cockroach makes me want to gag or run away screaming...maybe both. But seeing as poor Kelly was being traumatized by the mere thought of smashing the beast, I had to be the brave one. I charged into that bathroom like a knight on a horse, armed only with a tennis shoe. Indeed, there it was, big and ugly, on our shower curtain. I lunged forward with the shoe.
One smash..........no luck
SMACK.........now he's on the run
Ssssqqqqquuuuuuiiiiiiiiissssssssshhhhhhh
Grabbing a piece of toilet paper, I gathered up the remains of my fallen foe and nodded triumphantly as I sent him to swim with the fishies below.
Now I've just got to inform the front desk of our problem. Goodie, goodie.






