I am the proud owner of a lovely new IKEA desk. It’s brown/black, 47 inches or so, I suppose, with plain black legs. I have a matching chair that’s super comfortable.
And my back is to the TV.
I’ve got my laptop plugged in with the battery removed, so the computer stays on the desk. Instead of working in front of the TV, it’s been two straight days without any movies or anything. Just 80’s music, a sore butt, and lots of water and caffeine. (The chair is comfy, not soft.)
I love my new desk, I love that I’m getting tons of stuff accomplished. I’m not so in love with not being able to watch any Netflix movies, but right now with the situation at work the way it is (pre-meeting chaos with a dash of panic and frantic prayers that we’ll get things done in time) it’s really for the best.
Squirrel!
I was working at said deck last night, and I saw the most dreaded of bug, the house centipede. Now I know a couple of things about the house centipede that are good. They eat spiders, cockroaches, bedbugs, termites, silverfish and ants. I don’t like those things, either, so the fact that one of the bugs I hate eats the other bugs I hate is a good thing. But still…they’re big. They’re f*ing fast.
And they come out in the spring and fall.
So it was 11:30 p.m. My husband, the poor sleeper, was already in bed. So what did I do? I yelled for him. The centipede was on the floor and under my desk. The only shoe I had available belonged to my daughter and wasn’t very large, requiring me to get entirely too close to said insect. I yelled again. And again, and again, and he didn’t hear me.
The only thing worse than seeing a yucky bug is not knowing where the yucky bug has gone, thereby making one incredibly paranoid that it might jump out from any shadow at any moment.
But since my Bug Killer was asleep with a fan on (to drown out my music and/or movies, ironically enough), I had to leave the bug downstairs – alone - to go get my hero.
I don’t wake up my husband after he’s fallen asleep if I can possibly help it. I know how difficult it is for him to fall asleep, and once woken, equally difficult to get back to that wonderful state. So when I came in all freaking out and saying, “You have to get up and come downstairs, there’s a huge bug you have to kill it before it runs away,” he was startled, disoriented, but also still my hero.
We had to wait to get his glasses, but then he came down. He told me to wait upstairs while he took care of it, but I had to make sure it was dead (naturally). And I pointed it out, and he was like, “Oh, come on!” Dropping the shoe, he went across the room, leaving the bug there to run away, got a tissue, and KILLED IT WITH HIS BARE HANDS!
Then he crunched it.
*shudder*
Late at night in our dark and quiet, and surprisingly bug-free (until now) household, he tells me this is actually the third one we’ve had. One crawled out of the bathroom sink recently, and I think I mostly killed one last fall.
THANK GOD HE SHOWERS FIRST IN THE MORNING!!!