At approximately 3 AM on Sunday night, my awesome roomie and I were hanging in our room talking when a six-legged, winged beast hit our wall with a *THWACK!* We froze, unsure what it was or what to do. In that moment, the thing jumped nearly three feet high and began heading straight for us, clicking ominously as it came. We shrieked and ran to the door, hoping to wake Host Bro and get him to scare the insect off for us, but to no avail. We were the only conscious ones in the house. I briefly considered helping Roomie escape, slamming the door, and sleeping on the couch instead, but she developed a genius scheme in her genius brain in less than a nanosecond. She grabbed the weapon nearest to her (which happened to be my notebook) and convinced me to locate the offending bug so she could slay it valiantly. Having trapped it in the shadow beneath our closet door (it aligned itself *exactly* beneath the line of the door. These things are creepily smart.), I gently nudged the closet shut and Roomie sprang into action: *BAM!* And in case squashing the beast with a notebook didn’t vanquish it, she jumped furiously on top of it for a while, just for good measure. When the deed was done, I calmly (ha) peeled back the notebook and scraped a very two dimensional (but still HUGE) cricket-beetle-jumping-flying-evil-thing off the floor.
Having told our group leaders about the adventure the next day, we discovered that it had actually been a cockroach. Here’s how that conversation went:
Roomie: But the house doesn’t have cockroaches!
Group Leader: Ignorance is bliss.
And it was, while it lasted.