The great cockroach escapade

Ok. I love all of God's creatures. Fuzzy kittens, cute little ducks, whatever. I cannot, however, conjure up any sort of love for the cockroach. Last night, for example, I returned home from watching "X-3" and going to a cafe. It was peaceful, I turned on the TV to see what was on the English channels, etc. I was just about to go upstairs to my room when I saw it. There was an evil Godzilla-sized cockroach scampering across MY floor. I must admit...Ahem...that even though the Godzilla-cockroach was about 1000th of my size, I was scared out of my mind. Yes, scared. The first thought out of my mind was not to kill it (that followed a millisecond later), but to run upstairs and to hide in my room. Which of course I did. My hope was that it would scurry into someone else's apartment. After about five minutes, however, I realized it was rather foolish to hide in my room when the humongous beast of a cockroach was having a party downstairs in my kitchen. Gathering courage and turning on all the lights I could find, I headed downstairs to meet my opponent. I'm sure I was saying Philippians 4:13 over and over in my head to help bolster my flagging spirits.

The first thought of attack I had was to grab one of the big 1940s books that adorned my bookshelves. This was not to whack it, by the way--that would put me much too close to the beast. Instead, I was thinking of throwing it at the roach. (No good--what if I missed and my weapon was in the hands of the enemy?) I wisely, however, looked in the bathroom to see if previous missionaries had left some roach spray. They did!

Since my kitchen is the size of a regular-sized bathroom in the States (much more effective!), I tried the "random spray around the floor" method. This did nothing. I jiggled the door against the trash can. Presto! My enemy was in sight. I sprayed the Godzilla roach, and NOTHING happened--it just ran faster. So, I decided the "Spray until I inflict pain" method would be more reasonable. Thus, the Godzilla roach finally met its end. I can't say I felt sorry.

Actually, I was really scared to put the roach in the trash--and after the whole drama was over, I was shaking all over. My knees were shaking, my hands were shaking, etc. I also, by the way, had a nightmare about a cockroach infestation in my FL apartment!