The usual.

Despite the crazy heat (99 degrees plus humidity), today's been pretty good so far. I got all my laundry done, went to the library, picked up a package at the post office, hung out with friends, and then nudged a dead pigeon off my window sill using a bendy straw.

AHHHHHHHHHHH!

So I am watching Project Runway just now, minding my own business, when Megan comes home and suddenly I hear a SHRIEK from the hallway. And I'm like, "Are you okay?" and Megan is all, "THERE'S A COCKROACH IN OUR APARTMENT!" AHHHHHH! I have heard war stories from most of my friends about the battles waged against cockroaches, but thankfully I have never even seen one in my apartment before. I'd actually never seen one anywhere before, and was quite content to continue in my ignorance. So there it is, just chillin' on our wall, lazily swishing its antennae, cool as a cucumber. (I thought they only came out in the dark and you had to surprise them? I don't know.) I immediately get all twitchy and sort of reluctantly ask if there's anything Megan wants me to do, but I can tell she is already hatching a plan so I'm not too worried. She just wants moral support, she says, as she gets a cup and prepares to trap it. I follow her into the hall, cowering in the kitchen doorway, and shifting from foot to foot with my hands half covering my face. After disarming the little guy with some small talk, Megan lunges for it with the cup, but it is too quick and goes skittering across the wall, and I shriek and Megan shrieks and it is all around a championship scene. She tries again, and this time it gets down to the floor and takes off in a sprint (seriously, they are FAST) and things are about to dissolve into full-out mayhem when Megan slams the cup down and captures it. We stare at the cup for a few seconds, and after weighing different disposal options, we opt for the kitchen window. Megan scoops up the makeshift cage with an envelope and carefully scoots over to the open window. We are both very tense, and the little guy is running around like crazy inside the cup and just generally freaking us out even more. Megan squeals again as she flicks our friend out the window and we both shriek some more and then Megan, in her hysteria, throws the cup out the window too, but neither of us cares because at least the cockroach is gone. I never really liked that cup anyway.