Last night, Steve the roosterroach invaded my room while I was trying to read at 3AM. This is the story.
Prelude I'm an insomniac that has a problem with keeping his sleep patterns in shape. I'm the nervous, low self-esteem and paranoid type. So, I was reading under a nice lamp, I finally got a lamp, so I decided to turn off my light and read under it. Not only that, but I was in my incredibly-comfy bed. I was the happiest person in the world. This was my first night of turning off the light in my room. I have a phobia of anything small getting in to my.. 'safe zone'. No, not
that, just in general.
First Encounter He flew in to my room from my door. and climbed between my left hand's pinky and ring finger. Naturally, my creepy crawly phobia kicked in. I shat bricks. I dropped my book, and turned on my main light. I saw him on the wall. I panicked. So I grabbed the lid of one of my boxes that I put stuff in and encased him in it. He was trapped between the wall and the box lid. I had to alert my mother, since she knows how to take care of this stuff. So I put my
Artemis Fowl Files book between the side of my bed and the lid, causing the lid to stay against the wall. I got up to go alert my mum. The book fell and the lid fell. I frantically searched for Steve. He disappeared. After getting my mum in, we looked everywhere. Steve was gone. I sighed some relief and went back to reading.
Second Encounter While reading, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned. Steve was climbing up my wall. I quickly put the box lid over it and called out for my mum. After a few calls, she came in and told me to take the lid away. I was afraid since it might fall down and land on the floor, thus me not being able to find it and invading my safe zone. I was shaking. After a bit of arguing, I turned the lid to her while facing away from it, a roosterroach didn't fall out. It was in the lid. 'There's nothing there!' She said. I shat bricks. It was somewhere else, maybe it was inside my bed sheets! Or maybe it was a hallucination! I turned the box to me. Steve was in the corner. I showed mum. Up until now, I didn't know what it was. She told me it was a roosterroach. She took the lid and went out to the front door of our house. Steve was gone.
Third Encounter That creepy Steve was somewhere inside the house. Inside
my home.
My safe zone. I was reading and looking everywhere at the same time. I saw Steve crawling on the back of my door. I shat bricks. I went out to Steve. He climbed behind my door hinge. I got a tissue. I was going to get that bitch if I had to. I was watching him, waiting to strike. He moved first. He flew out in to the hallway and into my brothers room. My brothers dark room. In order to turn on the light, I had to look away from Steve. I turned on the light. Steve was no where. At all. I spent the rest of the night/morning pondering where he was. I was done reading. I decided to sleep since I was feeling a bit sleepy.
Fifth Encounter The next day was awesome, I forgot about Steve. Also, my mum and my brother were going on a trip and wouldn't be back for a day. So it was up to my this time. Little did I know, Steve would later re-appear on my door. So, there I was chatting online to Rynst when I saw him. I shat bricks. I decided to ask him for advice on what to do. He told me to get it. It stayed on the door. I decided to take a picture of him. Even though I had flash on, this roosterroach did nothing. I didn't even know if roosterroaches react to light or could even see for that matter. But he didn't move.
So, I grabbed two tissues. Steve was inside them. I didn't have a heart to kill him, so I took him outside. I didn't know where to put him, but I wanted him gone. I put him in the wheelie bin. I'm a horrible person.
Postlude While writing this story, I saw another roosterroach. I named her Jenny. I did the same to her.
