Monday, May 12, 2008
Showering at the Rec Sunday morning, I spied a roach the size of my palm climbing along the wall... toward my towel. I pulled the towel back from the wall and observed Gregor creep around the wall and out of sight, presumably to return to his nest to tell all his friends he saw me naked. I made a mental note that Gregor should be destroyed if we would again encounter each other, but not in seriousness; a roach that size would easily hold me in a headlock. As I stepped out, I looked around to determine Gregor's whereabouts, to dissuade him of any notion he might have that, because I spared his life the first time we met, we were then friends, and he might, hiding in my backpack, accompany me back to the Lauree Lair.
Gregor had, in fact, crept underneath the overhang of the door opening out of the shower, presumably to leap onto my head as I exited. This I managed to avoid, as I saw him first. I dressed quickly, since I had forgotten to bring Rodrigo, my boxcutter.
I meant to begin this with my thoughts on Romans 7, but no one would find them worth reading.
Oooohhh... kitties!
Labels: backpack, boxcutter, cockroach, Gregor, kitties, Romans 7, showering, student recreation, The Lauree Lair, towel
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:39 PM]