This cockroach was HUGE. And skinny. And fast. About the size of my pinky, it sat perched on our windowsill, just a couple feet from my side of the bed, it's antennae and flightless wings twitching around like some freaky alien thing.
I thought about trying to smash it with my fist, but couldn't bring myself to do it. I needed a weapon, quick. My pillow? Cellphone? Across the room I saw Abby's sunglasses case. That would have to do. I went over and grabbed it, one eye still on the alien. Abby sat in bed, surfing the web on her laptop, oblivious.
As I walked back across, weapon in hand, the cockroach darted quickly to the corner of the window and turned to face me, sensing the coming attack. I strode closer and then reached out with my left hand and gently opened the window. In a flash, he was gone through the opening and I slammed the window behind him. I walked back over to the shelf and put down the sunglasses case. Abby kept typing away, never looking up. It's a good thing she doesn't check my Facebook page much.
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