Don’t Touch Me

4:15 this morning, I felt someone touch my leg.

Since I live alone, I knew this was something other than human.

I reflexively batted at it, and felt myself hit something.

I turned on the light to find a pretty good-sized roach on the floor scrambling for cover.

He tried to run into the kitchen, but to no avail.

Size 13 New Balance 1, Roach 0.

The last thing that went through his mind was the top of his skull.