I Am My Own Hero

I blew my own mind today with my bravery.

There was a 2-inch roach in our bedroom (not exaggerating here) and I trapped it and threw it outside. I do not do roaches. I also do not do roaches without screaming, but I did. Okay, that is exaggerating. I did scream. Lots. I think I also grunted.

The point is, I caught it and threw it outside. I managed to smile the whole time to show my anxiety-prone darlin' that "roaches are our friends. There's nothing to be afraid of." I don't think she was buying it, what will all of that grunting and screaming going on, but I thought I was pretty convincing compared to my usual roach routine.