The Incident with the Bug

So we're making dinner, you know? Well, we're steaming broccoli and reheating leftover meatloaf in the microwave, so it's not like we're reinventing the wheel or getting a lot of dishes dirty or anything, but we're both in the kitchen. My jobs: stay out of the boy's way and set the table (one fork and one glass of water for each of us). As I am closing the door to the fridge, a small black bug crawls underneath the fridge.

I promptly shriek like someone has taken a hatchet to one of my legs.

"Bug!! Big, black!!" Clearly I am lying. It was not big. It was small. Mediumish. Not big.

But my gallant husband fetches a flashlight and flushes the bug out. Then I hand him a paper towel, standing as far away as possible like the sissy girl I am, and he smashes it. Afterward he spends a good deal of time examining the insect carcass, going so far as to take it into our office to compare pictures of the dead bug to pictures of dead bugs on the internet.

Meanwhile, the timer for the broccoli is going off and it's time for dinner!

He comes back to the table, convinced that it is a cockroach. And he's seen two of them before this (and he has mentioned to me his concern about these little buggers before, but because I hadn't seen them, I didn't think it was important). So. Yeah.

I mean, we're not super neurotic clean freaks, but we are ordinarily not filthy and we did do a fairly big cleaning last weekend for in the in laws and we had dinner guests last night and I tidied up and swept before they got here, so I feel safe in saying our apartment is not gross. This called for the big guns.

If you want to know what I did with my Saturday night it involved moving major appliances like fridges and stoves and cleaning underneath them like a maniac. Sexy, huh? And there was nothing underneath either of those appliances except a lot of dust, one red Skittle, and an old Centrum vitamin. No cockroach nests. No cockroach remains. No signs of bugs.

We're a big stumped as to the cause of the bugs and I think we'll call our management company on Monday just to make sure they know it might be a problem and maybe spray...

Until then, I promise to not squeal again if I see a GIANT BLACK BUG in our kitchen.