For the Love

I was putting away the laundry tonight when I spotted a large roach on the top of my ceiling in my closet. Some of you may be thinking {oh come on Jenny we have bigger fish to fry} oh well. I call for the brave valiant one to come get it. For you single peeps that are reading I am sorry because this is just my lot for right now. If I were single still I would probably have called someone over to kill the deadly pestilence. Y'all the brave warrior...who can gut a deer, kill wild hogs, deal with snakes coming out of his toilet at the hunting club, large rats in his hunting trailer and etc...brings a paper towel upstairs to kill the ginormous roach. No male bashing but please...what comes to your mind when you think "must kill large roach the first time?" Well, to me I think large shoe! Not, paper towel. So, he misses it...he misses it. Now, I am scared to go to bed. I have a roach about this size _________________________ in length lurking somewhere in my closet.

It also reminds me of the time we were at the hunting camp and he promised me (promised me) there would be no lizards in the trailer. I believed him and went by faith like a moron. I put my bible on the nightstand after I finished reading, to go to sleep and reek reek reek there it was, staring me in the face on the nightstand...A LIZARD (which to me is nothing but I spawn of a snake...I was never the girl that let them hang from her ears as earrings...sorry)! I freaked and hid under the covers suddenly imagining that we were going to be overtaken by lizards while my man tries to trap it with a cup. I brought the past back up tonight over this one. So, he tells me he gets the lizard...he goes through the motions, pretends to throw it outside, and comes back to bed (because he knew good and well that if I knew that freaky thing was still in there that we were headed home...which is an hour and a half drive). Well, little did I know the whole thing was a fake because of course he didn't trap it in a cup! You need to know something about Rod. Past 9pm he is a grouch and he also takes his hunting very seriously. So, a few seconds later, I scan the room...I see another one...yes, I knew it! We were being invaded by lizards. I told him I would just go sleep in the car. He was furious that I couldn't be a good camper, because I am not. He finally said get your stuff you are driving us home and I gladly obliged. We got home around 1am and I have not been back since.