Hey Scanner readers. I don't usually like to trouble you with my
personal problems, but it's 3 a.m. I'm alone (sort-of) and scared and I need someone to talk to.
You
see, I was just about to fall asleep and heard a rustling coming from
the closet. I looked to my left. My cat was there. I grabbed the
flashlight (that I happened to have in bed, because my new bedroom
layout didn't allow for my bedside lamp to be plugged in and I've been
too lazy to rig it any other way) looked to my right and a giant
cockroach was making a mad dash for my bed. Then he flipped over on his
back and started flailing his legs wildly in the air. Knowing he was
too injured to chase me (hey, it's happened before), I jumped out of
bed and looked for the bug spray, only to notice it was between me and
the big guy.
I tried to direct the cat from the bed to the floor,
tempting her with the flashlight, but she just stared at me, who had
also begun to flail wildy. (Seriously, why do these things only happen when I'm naked?)
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