It Finally Happened

I've lived in Burbank since Sept, 2011, and I was convinced that I was safe. Friends would come and visit and tell me of their horror stories, and I would say, "Oh, we don't have that problem." We didn't have that problem, until last night. Last night was when my world was forever changed.

Allow me to recap the evening for you.

As you recall, I'd just finished eating cake for dinner. So it was only normal for me to go to the kitchen to wash my bowl. (There may have been some ice cream involved...who's to say really?) I walk into the kitchen and flip on the light, and there, to my right, on the side of the wall, crawling like he had a reason to be there, was the first roach that I've seen in my apartment since moving to Cali. I immediately started yelling for my roommate, Cody. I was completely useless at this point. I might as well have been hit, because I was out for the count. Imagine me, standing there, screaming, while Cody scurried around to do all the work. I knew that where there was one, there were 1,999 more. Then, are you ready for this, we lost it. That's right, the roach just vanished and was gone.

The next two hours were as follows: Cody sitting on the couch looking scared, while I sat in my chair looking scared. Then, she suddenly got a surge of anger. This roach was not going to bully us in our own house. She was going to find that roach and kill it. And I was totally behind her - in spirit - because the physical me was standing in the middle of my bed, in my room, with my door closed.

Now, to have Cody tell you the story, she'll say that she looked under the sink and there it was. But I think she's downplaying it. I think it was more like:

There she was, face to face with the beast. The creature squinted its many eyes at her, and she didn't flinch, though a bead of sweat ran across her forehead. Determined to not let her fear show, Cody knew she only had seconds before the gigantic creature would eat her alive and then come for me next. She did what any caring roommate would have done. While staring the creature in the eyes, she waited for a moment of weakness and lunged for the can of Raid. Spraying almost as instantly as she grabbed it, she slid across the floor like a baseball player sliding into home plate. That gigantic creature didn't stand a chance that day. He picked the wrong house and the wrong gal to mess with.  I, on the other hand, stood on my bed, yelling through the door, "Are you okay? Did you kill it? Can I come out now?"

This is all to say, that I'm alive and well today because of one brave roommate. Her selflessness allowed me to stay up almost all night writing. I completed Collectible Items and registered the screenplay with the copyright office today. Woohoo! Moving making time!

#WWJFD