But I don't have a fear of insects; I have a fear of roaches. A bug is just a bug, but a roach, a roach is offensive and will cause me to shake and consider moving.
I was with my cousin and his friend at a Taco Bell by USC on Friday. They were talking at the counter and I went and sat down at a table to make some phone calls. While I was sitting there talking, a guy across from me started talking about a roach and how gross it was. He started walking towards me and I looked at his face and followed his gaze to the floor. What I saw was so disturbing and imprinted in my brain that I couldn't close my eyes for several hours after without seeing it's horrible figure. Talk about being shook up! This roach was easily, EASILY, 3 inches long. Yeah, that's the length of my cell phone. Not only was he abnormally large, but he seemed like he was raised up on hydros. He seemed semi elevated off the ground. The man walked right over and stepped on him. Crunch. I promise you that had I eaten anything that day, I would have vomited it up immediately. IMMEDIATELY. I felt so ill. All I could think about was getting out of there and thanking God that I wasn't getting anything to eat.
We got back in the car and my cousin started to talk about how that roach looked as though it had evolved. I was just sitting in the back seat shaking. We dropped my cousin's friend off and he asked me if I was ready to get something to eat. I could have cried. I was still so shaken up. It was too much. Too much. Believe me when I say that I don't deal with tini tiny roaches and I definitely don't deal with genetically mutated roaches. I spent the next hour just being unhappy.
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