This evening, it happened again. A cockroach infiltrated the apartment.
It was scuttling around the apartment as I was on the phone with a close friend of mine, and she was subjected to my piteous wails as I watched it patter about. After a few good whines, I got out a newspaper, heavy book, and my game face, then went cockroach hunting.
I cornered it in the bathroom, waiting for my opportunity to strike. I got the heebie-jeebies when it almost ran over my toes, but a toss of the newspaper, followed closely by the heavy book, got it.
I tried not to register the crunch when I pirouetted on the heavy book.
Still on the phone with my friend, after the episode I tried going back to my dinner. Whatever was left of the roach was lying under a book - The Fall and Rise of Angelshut - and the Investment section of the Wall Street Journal.
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