My Life is Average

So a little while ago, I was doing the dishes when I noticed a cockroach in my cabinet. In this case, when I say cabinet, I actually refer to a broken refrigerator I use as storage for pots, pans, utensils, and dry, non-refrigerated food. The cockroach was foolish enough to move from the safety of the inner compartment to the door. I used that opportunity to slap at him with a towel. One direct hit led to another, the first with the towel, the second with the bottom of my Croc knockoffs.

After stomping to death an innocent creature, I did a victory dance with Mary J Blige's "Just Fine" in the background. (Serendipity? Is this an indication that I'm actually quite content with my life? Maybe.) Then my insect disposal, known to all as Maní, swooped in to clean up the mess (see also: scorpion, large spider, praying mantis, huge beetle, mouse). I no longer have any desire to stop that from happening. Instead of sweeping the dead insect out, what did I do? I got my camera.


Kitty is curious.


Kitty realizes that this is food, and not just a play-toy.


Kitty feasts. "Oh, he eatin' it!" (Dave Chappelle's bit about the fish bowl in a woman's bedroom, anyone? Oh man...)

My cat ate an insect. This is the highlight of my day. My life is average.