It's the beginning of a new school year. With our TJ Maxx decorations and Scotch Mounting Tape in hand, my three best friends and I entered the new world of apartment living.
We thought we had it all: ice cream in the freezer, wine in the fridge and the independence to live on our own. It took one night, however, to realize that we were wrong.
11:58 pm:Â We sit, painting our nails, anxiously awaiting the first round of sorority recruitment. All is well.
11:59 pm:Â I hear screams. ALL IS NOT WELL. THERE IS A GIANT FLYING ROACH IN THE APARTMENT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Â Â Â
12:00 am: The adrenaline has kicked in. We’re in survival mode. It’s every man for himself. After a desperate round of "nose goes", some complaining, and bribery, we send the strongest of the group to eradicate the intruder. Â
12:04 am: More screams. I send mental apologies to our neighbors as I climb onto the kitchen table in fear. We gather everything we can think of to kill the roach: brooms, shoes, whisks and hairspray. Our feeble attempts to kill the varmint have forced it into hiding. Â
12:05 am:Â I resent being single. This is what boyfriends are for, right??Â
12:06 am:Â I make a Snapchat story of my roommate crying about the roach. The hysteria of the situation at least needs to be documented.Â
12:10 am: After ruling out every boy in my contact list, I finally decide to call my brother. We make a deal. In exchange for the previously mentioned ice cream, he will come try his hand at being an exterminator.
12:30 am: There's a knock at the door. Our savior has arrived. We immediately put him to work. I make a mental note to send my parents a fruit basket for having another child. Â
12:45 am:Â Still no sign of the invader. After sweat and tears, we decide that the search will have to continue in the morning.Â
1:00 am:Â After a large bowl of ice cream, my worthless brother leaves. He walks out the door, only to walk right back in and announce to the apartment that there are 2 more velociraptor-roach hybrids on the wall outside our door. He kills both and leaves.Â
2:00 am: Following an episode of Private Practice , I crawl into bed and say extra prayers regarding our unwelcome visitor. Â
9:00 am:Â After a long night of rest, I have almost completely forgotten about last night's unfortunate occurrence. I hop in the shower, only to find the roach on the cabinet. I grab a towel, run out, and return to the kitchen table.Â
9:01 am:Â I text my dad and ask him if it's too late to move somewhere else.