A living nightmare.
Usually I pretty much sleepwalk the 40 steps to the bathroom. Feeling and stumbling my way, hoping not to step on the cat or one of her "presents". Dead or alive. Blech.
I do turn on lights though. Not that I can see with my eyes all squinty - but just in case. Of the aforementioned blech.
Anyway, this was a regular trip. Nothing exciting. Until the event.
I reach for the toilet paper, having to turn the roll to catch the loose end, and.... well, there it was. Yes, waiting for me.
The thing I hate the most, perched on the thing I needed most at that moment. Well, actually, now that I think about it, the thing I needed most was something to kill the cockroach with.
Because the damn cat wouldn't.