What follows this sentence is not for the faint of heart.
Last Saturday night, I was making chicken salad and talking to my roommate (A real social life is something that I am working up to). We were deep in an intense discussion of techniques for preparing a sweet potato, when all of a sudden something scurried under our kitchen table.
Let it be known, I’m not jumpy when it comes to bugs. In fact, most of the time I like to save them. An ant wants to crawl across my foot? Sure, think of it like a foot bridge.
Daddy long leg wants to say hello? Come on over! You’re cute and have the long legs I wish I had.
Did you know that Daddy Long Legs are known as Vibrating Spiders? When it feels threatened it vibrates and makes it really hard for the threat to focus on it.
It’s brilliant. I should try that when my boss is trying to give me something else to do. If you can’t find me, you can’t give me more work.
But this? This was not just a bug. This was a cockroach. I’m not sure why, but they just give me the heebie-jeebies. It may have to do with they are one of the most resilient species on this planet, their hard shell and adaptive capabilities have enabled them to live through most of our planet’s life. They have seen everything. They know everything. They know if Atlantis existed or why the dinosaurs died. I bet they have a conspiracy and cockroaches are going to take over the world. The Mayans know it too.That’s why the calendars end this December. I could be the next Paul Revere.
The cockroaches are coming! The cockroaches are coming!
I can assure you that in that moment, I was not thinking all of those thoughts. The main thought that crossed my mind was, that’s a really big cockroach.
Human nature has us programmed that when we are in threatening situations to either fight or flight. This is why girls scream and run away when they see spiders, bees, or other small animals that may, you know, kill us.
My theory is that my instinctual nature is defective.
God, I would like a refund.
My response to my sight was, “I think a cockroach just crawled under your chair.” My body froze, I was neither fighting or fleeing.
Her eyes widened and she flew out of her chair. “Where?”
“What do we do?”
“We can’t kill it! It has eggs on its back, and then we will have an infestation!”
The cockroach had run behind the refrigerator. Then up the side of the refrigerator. Then down the side of the refrigerator. Then onto the counter…
“Not the chicken salad!” My instincts were back. At least my maternal instincts to protect what I have worked hard to cultivate are intact. Hopefully I don’t have to fight or flee before I decide to procreate. I moved my salad aside. Colleen had armed herself with two solo cups, and handed me two of my own. I didn’t even know we owned solo cups.
The chase started. The cockroach scurried about and we chased it all we had. Colleen’s dog, Colbie, laid and watched the epic scene with her head in her paws. Sometimes I think those movies that show the dogs taking over the world because they are that much more sophisticated than we are may not be too far from the truth.
The ‘roach was fast, but there were two of us; and our longer legs could cover more ground. Finally he (she? How can you tell?) was cornered. The counter and the wall had him trapped. Colleen and I poised our cups for capture. He moved, we anticipated. He scurried, we trapped. The cockroach now has a new home out of doors, and away from my chicken salad. It was exhilerating, it was terrifying, we had fought evil, and defended our homeland. And the dog watched.
How was your Saturday night?