Drama, drama, drama

I nearly died this weekend.

Not kidding.

Saturday night I was driving home from Chandler, singing along to my Wicked soundtrack, and thinking about what I was going to do when I got home. I wasn’t tired enough to go right to sleep yet, so I decided that I was going to go home, get ready for bed, get all comfortable and put on the movie that I’ve been wanting to watch for a couple of days, then watch that until I got tired enough to fall asleep.
It was a great plan and I was excited.
Now, you have to understand something about my bed. I am the proud owner of a queen size princess bed. I inherited it from my Aunt and Uncle when I was like 15 and we have been nearly inseparable ever since. I seriously love my bed! When standing, the bed comes almost to my waist and is covered with a down mattress topper, six pillows, and a huge down comforter(hence the “princess bed” title). It’s basically amazing. My very favorite thing is to get all the fans blowing on me and curl up in my huge bed and watch a good movie. It’s fantastic!
Anyway, so I went home, got all ready and popped the DVD into the player. I began trying to locate the DVD flipper among the blankets on the bed and during my search picked up one of the pillows that was lying on the bed near the wall. I lifted the pillow, spotted the flipper, and sitting right next to it looking perfectly content and sinister was a huge cockroach! I’m not talking about one of those wimpy little half inch ones, I mean, this thing was A BEAST!!! And not only was it huge and revolting, it was in my bed!
I saw that revolting little spawn of Satan sitting there so casually and an involuntary scream escaped my lips as I dropped the pillow and jumped back a few feet.
I was panicking. What was I going to do? There is nothing I despise more than roaches – especially a monster like this one. Halfway to my bedroom door in search of help, I heard my sister Cassie's voice from the other side: “Leash? Are you ok?” I flung the door open, and in near hysterics told her that there was a roach in my bed. Knowing my love for my bed and my extreme loathing of roaches, she sprang into action. “I need the spray and a cup or something!” I ran to grab the necessary roach destruction items, and upon delivery went to find my Dad in case she needed further assistance.
I explained the emergency to him, and he went to help while I sat impatiently on his bed lamenting the story to my Mom. After what seemed like forever, he returned and informed me that the crisis had been averted.
Halfway up the stairs, I was greeted by the revolting smell of roach spray and entered my room to find my sister putting things back under my bed and attempting to arrange the bedding in a way that it would not appear that she had just chased a roach all across it.
She then informed me that she and my cousin had been sitting in their room watching a movie and as soon as she heard my scream through the wall, she paused the movie, informed my cousin that there was a roach crisis, and came directly to rescue me.
She then relentlessly chased that little devil around until she ended up on her stomach under my bed, where she attempted to drown it in bug spray, before chasing it towards my dad, who squished it. This had been no easy task, but knowing that I would never sleep in that bed or room until the little sucker was dead, she persisted.
I love my sister! Not many girls would be willing to go through what she did for me. What would I have done without her? She quite literally saved me from a fate worse than death.
Not only did she correctly interpret my scream, but she gave the problem everything she had. Can you imagine if I had crawled into bed to go to sleep before finding it? The mere thought makes me shudder! Who knows what could have happened? Dang I love that girl!
Who could ask for a better sister?