This morning I'm eating breakfast and I feel something on my toe. I look under the table and instead of a cat, I see a HUGE roach. I freak out and grab my breakfast off the table and try to eat it in the kitchen while keeping a eye on the monstrosity. The girl-cat starts to track/semi-pounce on it (what a good kitty!) but she's kind of nervous about it too.
For anyone who knows me, you know this is a HUGE deal, because I don't think I've ever killed a large one before in my life. I usually just run screaming and make someone else do it (
I haven't cleaned it up though. A brave warrior can only do so much. And my toe still feels gross/tingly.