It happened the other night. I had just published my post about Pride and Prejudice (It was quite late - bad habit of mine, staying up late blogging), and I went to the bathroom to have a nice, hot shower. I was in a very pleasant, upbeat state of mind, as I usually am when I have just finished a new post. . .
I got into the shower and had just turned the water on, when I saw. . . IT. A remarkably large cockroach, perched opposite me inside the shower.
I am proud to say that I did not scream - it did give me a bit of a fright, though! I calmly (yeah right! OK, so maybe I wasn't all that calm. . .) turned the water off and looked around for some large, hard object with which I could smash the darn thing. I found my large hard object. I took aim - and SMASHED!
Unfortunately I missed. The cockroach skuttled away, up to the top of the shower screen, then jumped down onto the counter below, upon which I had placed my pyjamas. I stepped out of the shower, and proceeded to carefully shake out my pyjamas, holding them at arms length to make sure no cockroaches got on me. Thankfully, Mr. Cockroach was not hiding in my PJs.
I never did find out where he went - cockroaches have an uncanny ability to squeeze through tiny nooks and crannies. . . he could be anywhere in our house now. I only hope I do not chance to encounter him again, at least not for a good while. . .
It is a true credit to the genius and creativity of Disney and Pixar that they were able to make cockroaches cute in movies such as Enchanted and WALL - E. I quite adore cockroaches in Disney films; just not in real life.