A traumatic experience

I am still a little shaken up from the most traumatic experience I have had since I have been here. I got home and ate dinner, watched a little tv, then decided to take a shower. I had just gotten in the shower and I see this huge nasty cockroach crawling up the wall in the corner of the shower. I scream pretty loud and jumped out of the shower. For those who are newer readers of my blog, 1) I am terrified of cockroaches/water bugs, and 2) I have had a few traumatic experiences with them in the past, including another incident when I was in the shower. This time I grabbed a towel before running into the other room for a shoe. I come back to the bathroom with 2 shoes, because I never hit it on the first try. I find the nasty creature on the shower curtain and try to knock it off. It lands on the side of the tub and so I throw my first shoe. I don't know if I actually hit it or not, but my shoe went into the shower and the bug went to the cabinet and I screamed again. I threw my second shoe at the cabinet and knocked it on the ground with my shoe on top. Then I reluctantly stepped on the shoe until I heard a pop. It still makes me shiver just thinking about it. I left the shoe over it so I wouldn't get scared when I saw it. Now that it was dead, I got back into the shower, with my heart still racing. I became so paranoid and jumpy and could not enjoy my shower.

Normally I do not scream when I get scared. Most of the time it is a gasp, but never a scream. This was truly a traumatic experience because I screamed twice!

This was not the first time I saw a cockroach in this apartment. There are tons of dead ones in the basement, but I never expected to see any on the 6th floor! The other night I was just watching tv and I heard what sounded like a bug hitting a window. A few seconds later I see a big nasty cockroach crawling along the wall. The Osbornes were already in bed, so I tried not to freak out and I tried to get it quietly. I chased it around with a couple shoes but missed, go figure! It went behind my dresser and I couldn't see it. I moved my suitcase around and it came running after me. Then it went over to the desk behind some things and I never found it. I have been paranoid all week about it but never saw it...until now. I am going to assume it is the same one and now that I killed it, I can relax a little. I doubt I will be able to relax for awhile.

This week Andrew and Courtney have been at camp, so Aaron and I have been holding down the fort. We have been getting things ready for the summer program to start next week. Church on Sunday went well and we had a good turnout. There were a couple families who came for the first time, which is always good. We start our summer program on Tuesday, so pray for the mission team that will be helping us, as well as us- that we get everything ready. We will be doing football and cheerleading in the morning, and art in the afternoon.
Also pray for my living situation. I have a place for August, but there are still 3 weeks in July. I'd love to have a place, but I also want to take advantage of free rent while I can. It looks like it will be a crowded 3 weeks.

Other than that, you can pray I don't have any more traumatic experiences!