Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Day Eight

There's a crazy game running rampant on the Internet. It's a game very similar to one I just played. But since I've been tagged by three people now, I'm breaking down and playing it too. I'm told to post 25 "random" things about me. But to add suspense, I'm posting one thing a day. I see you shiver in antici...........................................pation

8. I am deathly afraid of bugs. All bugs in general frighten me, but cockroaches in particular leave me paralyzed in fear. Once, on the way home from work, a cockroach crawled up my pants. I was walking home, and it had just stopped raining. I felt a wet drop on my calf as I walked underneath some trees. I assumed it was just some leftover water dropping from the leaves. I continued walking and felt another wet drop on the side of my knee. It didn't occur to me that there were no more trees above me. Soon I felt a tickling on my inner thigh. That's when i realized, there was a bug up my pants. I turned to my then-boyfriend in a panic. "There's a bug in my pants!!" I shrieked. He could tell I wasn't fooling around and took me seriously, "Where?" He immediately started brushing my pants in a downward direction, hoping to coax the creepy crawly out where it came from. He brushed from my knees downward. "Not there! Higher up." He tried to continue his motion higher up my leg, but it did nothing but scare the bug into going up higher. All I wanted to do was rip my pants off and run screaming down the street. Had I been wearing underwear that day, I may have, but since I was not and the bug was seeking higher ground, I did the only thing I could think of. I slapped where I'd last felt it and as soon as I felt it under my hand I squeezed. "Get it out. Get it out. GET IT OUT!!" I was crying now, my hands in the air, trying not to fall over as my boyfriend shook the pants legs. Only half a cockroach fell out. I had to make it the rest of the way home before I could strip and be free of the rest of it. I had just bought those pants, they were the most expensive article of clothing in my wardrobe. I never wore them again.

1 comment:

a smiley face said...

no knickers, eh? You kinky girl!
This little anecdote is proof that we attract the things we fear the most. On the bright side, it makes for a funny story. Shame about the pants, though.