It was a little on the late side when I got home from my date that night. My mom had joined the rest of the house in the Land of Slumber, while I took myself to the kitchen and -knowing myself in those days- polished off an entire pan of potatoes au gratin.
Before going to bed I needed to shower, and in an effort be as quiet as possible, since my whole family was sleeping, I decided to undress in my bedroom before heading into the bathroom. How that saved on noise I have no idea, but I promise it made sense to me at the time.
Anyhow, I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my body, and just before I left my bedroom for the bathroom I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. There was something large and brown on my towel, I squinted into the mirror wondering What on earth is that? A dead leaf maybe? I lifted my hand to brush it off at the same time I looked down to find that it was not a leaf.
It was a cockroach. A fairly large one. Just chilling on the towel that was wrapped around my naked body. Talk about a moment. I tried to keep my
scream surprise muffled, and I shuddered from head to toe.
Then I did the only thing that made any sense. I slowly unwrapped the towel. I carried it at arms length, escorting Mr. Roach through the hallway and the kitchen, to the back door where I flung him and the towel into the backyard. I stood there for just long enough to watch him crawl away from the towel, then sped back to my bedroom -praying the whole entire time that my family would just stay in their bedrooms if my slight scream moments before had happened to wake any of them.
Luckily, I made it across my house and back without being seen.
Then a had to freak out all over again when I realized that if I had undressed in the bathroom, as I usually did, Mr. Roach would very likely have ended up smooshed into my hair, or somewhere else on my body, and I don't think there would have been any possible way to stay calm at that point.
Roaches = Yuck.