A little prompted writing resolution

It's not January first, but there's no time like the present to make a resolution, right?! I was on the phone with my mother the other day and she mentioned that this transition to a new city, starting a new job (hopefully!), and having my own place is like starting a new year. And so, with this new start in my life, I am making a resolution to blog EVERYDAY. I found a five year journalism prompt online, and I plan to use a prompt everyday to get me started. I'm not promising anything as poetic as my brother but I will continue to post pictures and tell you about the crazy things that God puts in my life.

So, here goes nothin'!

Prompt: "What was that noise?!"

Last night, after I got home from my boyfriend's twin brother's wedding, I had a terrible migraine. With the suggestion from a friend, I was laying on the couch in my living room with an ice pack under the base of my neck and a cold rag over my eyes. It was late and dark outside, and all the lights were out in my apartment. I live in a house with several other tenants, so there is always other noise somewhere in the house, but last night it was quiet. I heard a little rustling from across the living room, but I didn't think much of it at first. I moved the cloth from my eyes and looked in the direction I thought the sound came from. A roach was crawling across a chair, and it was so quiet that I could hear its legs on the fabric.

Now, I am not a prissy little girl; I have fought my battles, played with snakes, lizards, mice and spiders. I love camping and everything outdoors, except hunting maybe. I am not afraid of getting dirty. HOWEVER, I do not on any occasion enjoy crossing paths with roaches. They are huge bugs that jump and fly and run faster than you might expect. They are known to carry over 33 diseases. They NEVER DIE.

So, after sighting this creature, I jumped up and ran to the kitchen where I expected to find something that might kill it without me having to get very close to the thing. The only thing I could come up with was multipurpose spray cleaner. So, here I am walking slowly back into the living room, spray bottle in hand, creeping in search of the gross little thing because God only knows where it could have gone when I left the room.

Standing with my back to the wall, trigger ready, I survey the room and see nothing. Thinking that I'll never sleep, much less sit back on the couch in my apartment again until this thing was dead, I did what every smart, desperate girl would do. I texted my boyfriend. To my surprise he was awake at 1AM and volunteered to drive to my apartment, through two road stops, just to kill a stupid roach.

When Walker arrived, I was still standing with my back to the wall, spay bottle in my hand. I was sure that as soon as I surrendered, the thing would suddenly appear two inches from me, ready to pounce. I explained that the thing must be under the couch because I had looked everywhere from my stationary position by the door. Walker got down on his knees, pistol in hand (a real gun, this time, not the spray bottle), and used his fancy gun light to look under the couch. It wasn't there.

He kept looking, and a minute later he found it on its back (not quite dead yet) next to the couch. I threw him a roll of paper towels, and he grabbed it, smooshed it and threw it in the trash can!

This event has made me very thankful for the bug man who came a couple weeks ago and sprayed my apartment (thus, the roach's nearly dead nature by the time Walker got here). It also made me very thankful for my fearless hero and boyfriend who will save me from creepy crawly things that freak me out, even in the middle of the night.

I thought about putting a picture of a roach on this post, but I wouldn't read it if there was a picture of one, so I'm saving you from that pain. :)