So last week Erin went to Brussels. I admit, I don’t mind Erin’s trips at all – I like walking around the apartment in my underwear and having dance parties in the family room knowing that I won’t be caught in an either awesome or totally embarrassing dance move (the distinction being that all my dance moves are totally awesome until someone else sees them, and then they magically turn to embarrassing).
This time, however, Erin must have notified the bug world of her impending absence. Either that, or they can just sense my weakness. Either way, after a pretty good summer of only a few random and far between bug sightings, I was invaded. Every day, in every room I saw a roach. Some I managed to kill, some I didn’t. I was not a happy single-girl-with-her-own-apartment-for-a-week. I was terrorized. Literally had nightmares. There was some screaming, there was some crying. It was not pretty.
Erin came back, and lo and behold, roaches gone. Either they really don’t like her, or they know she’s not gonna mess around. Either way, it’s great to have her back. Oh yeah, and Erin, you’re not allowed to leave again. Ever. I mean it.
