So. G is gone to Providence and I am very sad. The apartment feels totally deserted. I keep wandering around like I'm lost, expecting to hear him come up the stairs, or hear the cat batting around one of her jingle ball toys. I am dreading finding a new roommate. Although, looks like something has already moved in: water bugs.

A few nights ago I was getting up from my chair in front of the TV and saw one plodding across the carpet. I sprayed the fucker to death, at least I thought I did. It was still moving after being engulfed in a cloud of toxic bug spray, so I grabbed a jub of cleaning product from under the sink and smashed it. I still can't believe I didn't pass out. I'm so totally bug phobic. Although I'm still constantly looking for them around every corner. I went to Home Depot and got some ultrasonic bug repellent things and plugged them in all over the place. I also got a stopper for the bathtub and am keeping the sink stopped. And I got a giant can of Raid - it's in the living room, at the ready. I really need to relax about it, but it was so big and gross and...ugggghhh. Not to mention there was one in the bedroom a few weeks ago, which G and the cat tag teamed, the dears. But no boyfriend or pet to rely on now! I remember being grossed out about tiny sugar ants in the kitchen of one of my previous apartments. Ha! What I wouldn't give to trade water bugs for sugar ants!