So I have already had trouble sleeping soundly (due to seeing a motherfucking earwig on the floor next to my bed), and it seems now I may have trouble eating too. Because I found one tonight *on my kitchen counter*. As in totally within reach of crawling into my crackers, popcorn, cereal, etc. And that...that is Not Cool. I've already been jumping hugely when I feel any brush on my skin (which is tough when your hair has just grown to shoulder-length), and I am dehydrated because the pitcher I use for water has an open spout, meaning I can't trust it.
Do I know all this is insane? Kind of. I honestly feel justified in my fear of dumping food on my plate and seeing bugs crawl out of it - even though the apt is so clean it's received unsolicited compliments to that effect. But I know also that they're harmless...but...I'm fucking freaking out.
Called and left a message at the Apt company - if only to give me the support to call again tomorrow. Because now I know they know I'm having a problem, so it's easier to call about it.
God. GOD. Why couldn't I have just been afraid of clowns? So much less likely to appear than earwigs. Way more avoidable.
Argh,
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...that line about the clowns is still hilarious to me. What was I on to think of that?
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