Ewwwww!

In my last post I made a reference to the fact that although I'm certified gangsta, I am deathly afraid of insects and spiders. I am a girly girl at heart. I don't like bugs, sweating (unless I'm working out or getting some pipe), camping, or anything that requires me to get dirty and/or be exposed to icky things.

So imagine my dismay when I went to visit one of my guy friends, and while we are sitting down on the couch having a conversation, a muthafuckin' roach crawls up the wall. It was crawling up the wall behind his head, so he couldn't see it because he was facing me. It was crawling slow too. It wasn't scurrying away quickly like a roach would when you turn on the lights. No. This one came out while the lights were on! It was a bold roach.

I wanted so badly to freak out, but the way my friend sat there nonchantly led me to believe that this was a pretty common occurence. You see, the house was filthy. Not like a junky person's house, where papers and clothes are strewn about, but I'm talking about stuff on top of stuff on top of stuff. The house was nasty. If there was one creepy crawler coming out while company was present, I'm sure there were several others who hadn't come out to say what's up.

I didn't say anything about it to my friend. I mean, he's my friend, but we're not cool like that where I would feel comfortable pointing out roaches and shit in his house. But it made me very uncomfortable. I was too scared to move or put my purse down somewhere for fear that one of them would crawl into my stuff. So I sat there with my purse on my lap for my entire visit. I'm sure my friend knows he has roaches. If one came out during my visit, I'm sure he sees them all the time. I just don't understand how someone can live in filth. That's not healthy. It's gross. Ick!