Minnesota, here I come!

Erin is complaining because she thinks that maybe a big hairy spider went under her bed.

Last night, I had my first live Palmetto bug encounter of the season. And I know exactly where it went.

I stepped toward the kitchen to heat some milk for my hot chocolate, and that's when I saw It. At first I wasn't sure...uh, no, that feeling of pure horror is pretty unmistakeable. I considered panicking.

But then I thought, "hey, I'm an adult, right?" And so, after fetching my official long-handled Battle Broom I bravely went on the attack. After turning on the light, I approached The Bug. As I got closer, while well armed and in bright light, I realized that I was a heck of a lot bigger that It was and It was still completely horrifying. It started to move. I frantically swatted at it with the broom, smashing it emphatically against the floorboards under the sink.

Heart pounding, I cautiously withdrew the broom. I flipped it over and examined the bristles while also trying not to look. No bug pieces. I looked on the floor. No bug remains. I looked at the floorboards under the sink, where I last saw the retreating monster--and there was a large crack.

Eeeeeeeeewwwww...

And I have to stand right there with my toes right in front of that very crack whenever I want to wash dishes or use the sink.

They keep telling me that the mosquitoes in Minnesota are pretty bad. BRING THEM ON! I will capture them and train my own little squad of attack mosquitoes, and if I ever have to come back into Palmetto bug territory, then I tell you, there will certainly be a reckoning.