Confessions from an irrationally squeamish girl

I slept with the lights fully blazing in my bedroom last night.  My comment about said action in my last post was made half in jest.  But then I killed not one but two roaches in my bedroom shortly before crawling into bed.  And the {albeit irrational} fear of a roach crawling across my face during the night (did anyone just get a violent shiver?  yes?  so glad there’s someone else out there.) was enough to suffer the possible lack of sleep induced by a fully lighted room.

I also find myself startled quite easily.  I see a dustball float past in my peripheral vision, and I tremble a bit and reach for the house shoe.  I have house shoes staged around the house prepared for striking at a moment’s notice.  I’m skittish and jumpy, kind of like when you’ve had four cups too many of coffee.  I cringe every time I have to open a door or cupboard or move something with even the remotest possibility of roach containment.

I’ve bought enough tupperware bins to contain my entire pantry stock of food.  If I successfully rid myself of the nasty pests, I do not want them back.  If I don’t successfully rid myself of the pests (sad but also likely), I want to know that at least they aren’t crawling all over (please tell me someone else just shuddered as well?)  my precious western food goods {albeit vacuum sealed boxes and bags…enter irrationality again}.

Something tells me it wouldn’t be a good time to measure my blood pressure.