Thursday, August 23, 2007

Moral Dilemma

Save myself or save the girl?

You all know that I have a crazy fear of that little insect known as the cockroach, but did you know that I would sacrifice my child to save myself?

Last night while I was changing into my jammies, the Munchkin was sitting on my bedroom floor, near the clothes hamper, taking off her shoes. I looked over about the same time this GINORMOUS, cockroach crawled right past her, missing her little hand by inches. My first instinct? Scream and run, save yourself little Munchkin, every man for him/herself. Then as I snapped out of my momentary hysteria, I sternly said to the Munchkin "Get up, right now and come to Mommy....NOW" She actually obeyed me, she took her sweet time as all Toddlers tend to do, but she made it out alive, unscathed of the trauma that is "La Cocaracha"

I ran and got the bug spray, and of course the little Bastard was nowhere to be found. I looked under the dresser, flipped over the clothes hamper, nothing. The Munchkin was following me around saying Ewe! Bug? Bug?

After putting the Munchkin down for bed, I went back to search some more, there was no way in hell I was going to bed until I had a roach carcass. Fortunately the poison that the bug guy sprayed got to him because he was upside down, dying a slow death when I found him in my bathroom, I sprayed him anyway for good measure. You can never be too careful.

Why is it always Hubby's poker night when things like this happen? Not wanting Hubby to feel left out of all the excitement, I left the remains for him to dispose of.

What? You didn't think I would actually pick that thing up did you?

8 comments:

random_mommy said...

I thought my dogs would help out in a situation like this, but can you believe... they are terrified of cockroaches!
I so would have run.
And then came back for her.

Blue Momma said...

You need a cat! When I used to have nasty neighbors whose "friends" would come to visit us after their bug man visited, my cat would kill any roach that dared to show himself at our house.

He was a great cat anyway. But killing roaches, of which I am severely phobic, sealed the deal.

We Doo, Doo You?? said...

I need your cat blue momma. All mine would do is play with them, then get bored with it.

Ugh, a roach. Thankfully, I haven't come across one lately but believe me I would have done the same thing as you. Run first, then think about the kid.

Catwoman said...

I freaking hate cockroaches. And I think I would show my true colors in that case, just like you did. I love my child, but seriously? In case of cockroaches, you're on your own, dude. Because in the South, they make those suckers the size of a small cat. UGH!

And I totally make hubby do the killing and disposing, unless he's not home and I'll do the killing, but I won't dispose and hope the dogs eat squished bug or wait until hubby's home. Some things women just shouldn't have to do, and that's one of them.

Yankee Belle said...

I am teaching B to run too. If she choses to stay - that is her perogative. She should know better.

"MommaDrool" said...

The husby almost killed me the other night because I ran into the kitchen screaming that there was a roach on our bed. When he asked me where SweetBoy was, I simply replied, "On the bed." What? If he wants to get away, he needs to learn how to crawl.

I am notorious for grabbing whatever I can to spray a roach...not necessarily bug spray...windex, 409, scrubbing bubbles, etc., and I never pick up the carcass...that is the husby's job!

I'm a Mom!..? said...

Right on sister - they must die!!

AnGlOpHiLe FoOtBaLl FaNaTiC said...

Holy Hell. I would've simply DIED! I'm still in therapy for the time I woke up to one staring (I swear it was!!) at me from the top of my comforter. And, I went running through the house, screaming at the top of my lungs until my dad came to investigate. And, as I watched him looking for said evil thing, it freakin crawled across my damn foot. I think I took a four hour shower after I used battery acid on my foot.