Eeek!

Last night was our first night here at camp.  I love camp.  Really, I do.  But, there is one thing that I'm not too terribly fond of when it comes to the great outdoors.  I don't mind bugs in general so much...just one or two specifically that give me the eebie-jeebies.  That would be the dreaded earwig and the cockroach. 

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.