My first reaction was to scream and run away. It seemed so natural, I couldn’t help myself. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to solve the problem.
“Honey, there’s a cockroach in the house,” I announced loudly. That day, though, he was out playing pool with his friends.
Well, now the only thing left to do is panic and make a bad decision.
I ran into the kitchen and grabbed my broom. I charged back into the living room, where the roach was waiting.
I swung at it and missed. Then, I stepped forward.
Now it’s on the bottom of my shoe.