Monday, June 1, 2009

Unwanted Company

Last night I woke up to the sensation of something crawling up and down my leg. At first I thought I was dreaming about an ice cube. Then I realized the ice cube had prickly antennas. Suddenly wide awake, I screamed and flailed the blankets off the bed.

Nate, typically a sound sleeper, woke up by my scream. In his semi-conscience state, he concluded that I was being attacked by a demon. Without warning, he lunged across the bed in a full-fledged tackle and, with one hand raised in the air, began proclaiming the blood of Jesus over our house.

Alarmed by my baptist-turned-charismatic husband, I fumbled for the lamp. The light revealed a 2-inch-long cockroach cowering on the floor, looking almost as scared as I was. Three war cries and four towel-swats later, my brave husband destroyed the critter, leaving roach arms, legs, and wings strewn across the floor.

Meanwhile, we must have awoken our upstairs neighbors. They began pacing nervously on the wood floor above us, probably wondering if they should call the cops...

Life is never dull in our apartment. Maybe I should stop praying so hard that God would start preparing us now for life overseas…

2 comments:

JD Mackiewicz said...

way to turn it into an adventure!

The Walters Crew said...

Ha! That is hilarious! :) I can relate though...I was attacked by a cockroach in my shower in Florida! I stepped on one as I was putting Alex to bed the other night...probably a stow-away from one of our Florida boxes. That is one question I'm going to ask God when I get to Heaven...what was the purpose of those nasty, creepy-crawlies?!?! :)