This happened last weekend. It’s taken me a week to recover from this traumatizing event enough to talk about it.

Here’s what happened: I was about to cut the lights to go to sleep when I turned around and saw this bug on my wall right by my bed. It wasn’t moving but I was certain once I turned off the lights, it would walk right into my bed. Or worse, when I was sleeping, it would leap into my slackjawed mouth. Y’know sometime between jaw clenching and teeth grinding I’m sure there’s an intermission yeah? So I was either going to forgo sleep that entire night or catch this dude by myself. I hate this kinda’ stuff. I used to catch bugs for fun as a kid. I don’t know what happened, or when I decided these things are untouchables but I really really don’t like this stuff.  I’m there staring at this awful thing thinking I need to take care of this, I need to sleep.  First things first though… let me just take a coupla’ pics for posterity… or the www.  He just poses, gratuitously enjoying the camera flashes.  Weird he’s probably sleeping, which is what I should be doing.   Ok back to thinking about how to get rid of this guy.  I wanted to catch him without smushing his guts into my wall right by my bed.  I also didn’t want him to run away while I’m in the midst of ending him.  I finally come up with this foolproof idea to take a sticky note and use the sticky part to stick him.  That way, I pull him off the wall and he can’t run.  I sneak up on him, get him, and he all but crumbles like lint on the sticky paper.  Who knows how long that thing had been there.  Anyway, I was just glad I got rid of him and didn’t really have to off him.  It would’ve weighed heavily on my conscience.