Gross.

We live in the desert and with that come certain bugs. Cockroaches and beetles in particular. We don't usually have any problems. We live in a very nice place and they spray every 6 weeks but anytime there is a temperature change- one bug will enter our little abode and scare the living daylights out of me. Seriously- I hate bugs.

So there I was this morning- about to change Olivia's clothes for the day. As I walk towards there is a cockroach and I want to vomit. Usually they are quite small--- no siree---not this time. He is the king of his kind. UGH. I'm holding Olivia as I watch this disgusting bug move very quickly across the carpet.

I'm faced with a dilema. Steve had just gotten out of the shower and couldn't help but I couldn't very well get rid of the bug with Olivia in my arms......

And then- She starts excitingly yelling at it. And is squirming with all her might to get down and go get it. Great--- that's just great. My 1 year old wants to play with the cockroach. I have no doubt if she had her way she would try to eat it. Shiver.

Sadly- I made the mistake of going to tell Steve about it and when I came back I watched as it went underneath Olivia's dresser- where it will probably die. BUT I hate wondering. ugh, everytime I walked in there today I shivered and got out of there as soon as possible. Poor girl- she has to sleep in there----sure hope she's okay. Just kidding- I'm sure she will be---right?

shiver.