So, last night, Jon and I were outside, and a stupid flying cockroach landed on my head!
Anyone that knows me, is aware that my phobia is cockroaches, especially the flying kind!
So, I lost my mind and did the crazy/flailing dance to get it off of me, and my hero stepped up and killed it.
Jon: it has been tried and the punishment carried out!
Me: it should have been publicly tortured to let his friends know how we will treat future attacks!
*Side note, I'm probably going to require years of therapy now. I had flying cockroaches sporadically landing on my head all throughout my dreams last night. Not cool! —
feeling freaked out.
