That being said- I will tell you about my less-than shining moment that happened to me last weekend.
Ryan called me early- and lured me out of my deep sleep with the promise- that if I got ready and went over to his house, that we could get cinnamon rolls- the good kind. You don't have to ask me twice. I practically jumped out of bed- sadly, the fastest I've probably gotten up in a long time (but that is another issue).
So, I blindly stumbled over to my coffee machine- and then proceed to go back to my room to put my contacts in. Once I finally had my cup of coffee in my hand- and my first couple of sips- I was ready to face the world.... and my new little visitor in my living room.
I went over to open my blinds in my living room- and noticed this "thing" in the corner. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be .... wait for it.... a cockroach... oh balls. Now, before I finish my story- I know what you're thinking. Kira- it's just a little cockroach- no big. NO- it was a BIG mother effer. We are talking about as long as my pinky. Sick.
So... what do I do, what do I do? Well, I had a minor freakout. I stood there- supervising the thing, to make sure it didn't hop up and run somewhere where I couldn't find it. That would be WORST case scenario. I had to think of an action plan- FAST.
So I did what I normally do when I need help with my life- and called boyfriend. The convo went like this:
ME: Boyfriend- I have a cockroach in my living room.
RYAN: So
ME: SO????? (cockroach starts spinning around on its back) *scream*
RYAN: *rolls his eyes*
ME: What do I do????
RYAN: Kill it...
Okay- this is where I have a problem. In his brain.... the quick fix is obviously killing the dumb thing. But: THAT.IS.SICK. It was big. I just couldn't bring myself to step on it and have its guts spew all over my floor. I get the creeps just thinking about it.
So with Ryan's voice streaming over the phone to just "Kill the thing," I grab every girl's secret weapon: Hairspray. Now, I know this might seem strange- oh no... It's been proven. This stuff works for everything- for both beautification- and bug killing.
Armed with my hairspray (I pulled out the big guns and used used my Big Sexy Hair kind) I ran into my closet, put on some tennis shoes, stuck paper towels to the bottom of them- and returned back to my living room to face my arch-nemesis.
I hairsprayed him like a pro. He had no chance-lets be honest. There was a moment when I thought my defense was wavering. I sprayed him and he started spinning around on his back- I thought he was going to attack me. Nope- I wasn't going to let that happen. After I doused him with a good amount of hairspray (he wasn't moving anywhere after that), it was time to step on him. Gross. So, with the paper
towels stuck to the bottom of my shoe- I plugged my ears, closed my eyes- and went for it.
Kira 1, roach 0.
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