One of these two icky specimen happened to be one that I saw last night.
*GASP* was about all I could say. Jim turned to see what I was frantically pointing at.
"On the wall, on the wall, on the wall," was all I was able to manage.
He started chasing the fast little bugger around and I started screaming at the prospect of him running into my purse, which was dangerously close to him. If I was a cockroach, I'd think it was a pretty good hiding place, so I wouldn't blame him really.
Well, he avoided the purse and kept skittering around Jim's feet. My feet were firmly planted on the bed, which was a safe 2 feet from the ground the cockroach was dancing around on. He seemed to be laughing at Jim for missing him almost EVERY time he tried!
Finally, the bug had a slow moment and Jim caught him. I felt sick to my stomach and nearly lost my lunch...blegh.
BUT, I'm not expecting the rest of the week to be so eventful...at least in the area of bugs.