I just killed a cockroach.

I came across it when I went to put a spoon in the sink and there it was, lying belly up. It wasn't there twenty minutes ago, so it must have just crawled in.

After a lot of screaming, shrieking, and all around girlish behavior, Meghann made me the cockroach killer.

First, I sprayed the little sucker until it was drowning in bug spray. And then sprayed it some more. And some more. Then I used a piece of tag board to push it onto a notepad. Then I covered it with a paper towel, and ran to the bathroom to flush it down the toilet.

Cockroaches are gross. I feel a little sick.

I was telling Meghann earlier that one thing I was reminded of at church today was that we are so blessed, and take so much for granted. And that we should be grateful that we have a roof over our heads, with consistent electricity and running water and air conditioning.

Maybe this is God have a little laugh at my expense.