Errrgh! Just Errrrrrrrgh!

So, last night I was swelteringly hot and woke up at 2am. My room was stuffy and warm so I decided to pick up my dressing gown and head downstairs to turn off the heating. (I had put it on earlier that day and forgot about it.)

I picked up my dressing gown I saw something scurry accross the room. A cockroach. A bloody massive cockroach.

I screamed. I honestly did, I hate little beetles and insects - they make me quiver and feel all funny. They’re disgusting with their little legs and just Errgh!

How do I know it was a cockroach? You say! Do they even live in England? You cry… Yes. Yes they do when you’re boyfriend owns a pet lizard and he feeds them cockroaches.

After screaming, ‘please come round and capture it…’ we decided that he must have carried it over on his person somehow.

I’m still refusing to go into my bedroom until he comes round, finds it and takes it away. Apparently it’s unreasonable to ask someone to come round at half 2 in the morning to remove the creature they left in your room!

Do you have any animal-related horror stories to tell?

EDIT - looking on the internet for images of cockroaches to include, I can’t find a single picture that matches the beast I saw last night.

Maybe it was a dream?

  Twisted Barfly