Bug

Last night, at the posh place in Port Stephens, I was attacked by the biggest cockroach, like, ever. Well, when I say "attacked by" I really mean "in the vicinity of", but still, it was very traumatic. I had seen a tin of bug spray in a cupboard in the room and mentally noted the badness of that sign. Then, while reading with my glasses off, a fuzzy blob far too large for comfort crawled/scuttled up the wall opposite me. I hesitated to put my glasses on, but when I finally plucked up my courage and did so, the full horror of the situation was revealed. I was forced to go chemical on its ass I'm afraid, and have probably poisoned myself as well as it, such was the quantity I used. It did the roachy equivalent of coughing and going green and then crawled under the bed. I didn't see it again, so I like to think it expired horribly under there, rather than, say, coming out and dancing a little jig of vengeful glee on my face while I slept...