*Crunch!*

K, this is gonna be a really sad post. Not like depressing-sad, more like Jenna-you-are-such-a-girl-sad. So I was in the washroom yesterday when I noticed a giant bug on the wall. Black with wings, and I swear it had fangs. Well, some sort of pinching device at the least. Being self-sufficient, I shimmy up against the far wall and escape the washroom. Grab the 'Raid' insect killer and charge back in like the super hero that I am. Blasted the insect. Not sure if it died from the poison or simply drowned. Got the shivers and tore apart my bed before I went to sleep to make sure that the insect's brother was not coming to attack me for revenge. This morning, I look at dead insect on the floor. I make note of it's position, so as to avoid it, as I am surely not touching it or moving it. Spray some more 'Raid' on it for good luck. Y'never know! So later on, I'm in the washroom and I'm doing my hair in the mirror, take a step forward and *CRUNCH*. Yes. The insect. I do a huge gasp, start shrieking and rubbing my foot on the carpet so as to remove bug juice. Have another shower, exfoliate my foot and then rub it with hand sanitizer when I get out. I cancelled my plans for the day, as I am still traumatized. It CRUNCHED folks! Ugh... And no, I still haven't moved it.