I have seriously been a big girl the past couple weeks.
I am so so so afraid of buggies. But maybe, just maybe, living in new york cured me of my inability to do anything but scream when i see a buggie.
Last thursday i had a tick on my ankle. A burrowed tick. I removed it without even crying. I only silently screamed when I was removing it. Ew. *Shudder*
Last night I came home and there was a B.A.S. (big ass spider) in my room. Just sitting on a box. You better believe I took off my shoe and smashed the ever lovingness out of him. Dead. No crying. No screaming.
Today I felt a weird thing in my shoe and I took it off and there was a cockroach in my shoe. I take off my shoes when I sit at my desk, so it must have crawled in. Well that's incredibly disgusting. No crying. Just took my shoe and smashed the crap out of him. Dead.
So what is the lesson here? I have moved from a state of fear to a state of anger. Will I ever move to a state of peaceful coexistence? Prob not. But I bet TH and my dad and other friends are glad I stopped calling them every time I found a bug in my house. Or my shoe. Ug ug ug. I feel sick.