Well, I never

Well this is most frustrating! The blog thing on my internet thing isn’t working so my posts will have to go through my mate Matt *batts her eyelashes at Matt* so anyway very excruciatingly annoying. Well you wouldn’t believe what happened to ME this morning! It is another tale of those icky creatures that give me nightmares for a very very long time. *I am now warning you if you get nightmares easily do NOT read on!* I was sitting there on my bed reading my Anne of Green Gables book (quite a good reading I might add). I was reading on like an innocent little lady. Just reading... The next minute this huge creature pokes its legs over onto my page and its eyes stare straight at me. Its big black and brown body inching over to my hand. Yes, that’s right, it was a Cockroach. I shrieked in horror and threw the book to the other side of the room. I sat there and thought to myself ... not again I can’t do this again... I soon realized that this might be the relation of the last cockroach that inhabited my jeans (don’t ask). And so with shaking fingers I reached down to my book but quickly brought my hand back to my side. I walked around my beloved book and saw that it was clear of the monstrous creatures... it must be squashed in the book...i thought to myself...great, that’s gonna be messy... I closed the book quickly and hit it with my fist over and over. Just to make sure that it was squished dead in there and not squished half alive. I picked the book up and looked over the pages... but it was no where to be seen...

Was this cockroach real... or was it a part of my imagination running wild? Or the question that leaves me shaking and forces me never to enter my room again is... what if it is the ghost of the cockroach that inhabited my pants?