Cas was at a basketball game, and I had just put Collin down for the evening. I headed to the bathroom to take a shower and there it was - my lifetime nemesis - the dreaded tree roach. It was a huge one and I am extremely (irrationally) afraid. But as my heart rate escalated, I thought of my son and knew I had to kill it before it escaped the confined bathroom.
I sprinted off for the Raid, entered the bathroom, aimed and unleashed about a quarter of the can on the disgusting creature until its movement ceased and I was gagging for fresh air. But I was so proud that some protective mom instinct kicked in. I did not need to call anyone to buoy myself up for the attack. I thought back to a standoff I had a year ago with a roach in our living room where I threw one of the dogs' balls at it for 40 minutes (I clearly need better aim) before having the courage to get close enough for the Raid to hit it. Last night, within 2 minutes of its siting, it lay lifeless in a pond of Raid.
I told my mom afterwards that I look forward to the day when I can ask Collin to kill the roach for me. But until then, I'll make sure we always have cans of Raid ready on either side of the house. (We need more than one in case the closest can of Raid is in the cabinet within the roach's path, which would be paralyzing to me). And of course that we have plastic bowls to cover the carcass until Cas gets home to dispose of it!
If you care enough to have read about my roach saga, you will now be rewarded with pictures of Collin :) Here's Collin with Great Grandma Betty:
And Great Grandma Jewell Rae:
Uncle Larry came in to visit this weekend:
And Collin played with Jackson at Great Uncle David's birthday lunch. They played peak-a-boo:
Collin was looking so intently at his cousin:
Of course a visit to Great Aunt Debbie's would not be complete without a dip in the pool. Grammy held onto Collin as we got him geared up for some fun in the sun. Doesn't he look excited?
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