Heebie Jeebies

Well, see, it happened like this:
I'm making brownies because my family is having lunch with another family tomorrow, and we're bringing brownies. And fruit. Well our tiny stuffy kitchen is not a happy place to be with the stove on, so I got the brownies in the oven and got my sweaty self in the shower. Towards the end of my shower, I was rinsing out my poufy body wash thing under the faucet when I noticed something dark and long wiggling about 3 centimeters from my hand. It was a centipede. He and I battled it out with the hose/shower head for a couple of minutes. I think he drowned, if indeed centipedes can drown. The point is I won. So I got out of the shower and was going for my towel when a cockroach decided to make his appearance from behind the toilet. This was not one of those small, cute cockroaches that occasionally infest homes in America. Those are less than an inch long. This one was about 3 inches long. At least 2 and a half. Fortunately, I keep a can of Raid outside my bathroom door, just for such occasions. Stop laughing. You think I'm kidding, don't you? I'm not. I scored a direct hit and saw the beginnings of his slow decent into death before I shut the bathroom door. Then, safely wrapped in my towel, I ventured out to check the brownies. I left the can of Raid in my room. Stupid. There was another cockroach on the hat tree next to my head as I came out of my bedroom. I darted back into my room to get the raid. Cockroach 2: Down for the count.
I then proceeded to douse the rest of my room, just in case. In the process I noticed a gecko hiding in wait for a line of ants to venture close enough for his next meal. I like geckos. They don't have antennae and are therefore somehow less creepy than the other three things I killed in the general vicinity of my bedroom in the last 5 minutes. I left him to his feast.
I am currently suffering from a severe case of the heebie jeebies, and it may be a while before I actually fall asleep.
In closing, here are two things I never thought I'd say:
Neurological poison ROCKS!
and
I'm with Mr. Monk, it's a jungle out there!

Surviving like Richard Hatch,

C