Crash

I hate car accidents.

I haven't been in many. Today was my second one, and it was definitely my fault. Something about it makes me feel like a failure and a stereotypical female driver. I usually object so strongly to that stereotype, because I heard somewhere that insurance rates are higher for young males than females.

But the fact remains... today's accident was my fault.

Thank goodness for good insurance companies (thank you, USAA), gracious drivers, a close-by car rental place, and a really helpful, supportive husband.

I'm fine. Not sure about the car yet.

My Worst Fear--Realized

We've been having water bug* issues.

The other night, my worst fear** was realized.

I stepped on one.

Without shoes. Or socks.

It was still alive.

Screaming and jumping and rubbing of feet on the carpet then commenced.

Daniel took care of the demon bug.

And I dreamed of roaches that night.

BUT

The important thing: I survived. I even slept in the house that night. I'm a stronger person than I thought.

AND

Daniel has picked up Terminix's slack. While I'm bitter we're paying for their services and STILL finding roaches, I am also SO grateful for Daniel. He picked up lots of supplies from the store and seems to have greatly reduced the number of demon bugs getting into the house.

* "Water bugs," as it turns out, is a euphemism and a misnomer for "cockroach" or "demon bug"

**My worst fear is not really stepping on a cockroach without shoes or socks, but it's up there. A wise friend once said the internet is not to be trusted with one's bare soul, and so I'll keep my worst fear between myself and a few close friends.