As I walked into our bedroom the other night to lay William down, I was just in time to see a hideous little roach scramble up the wall behind our bed.
"Darling, can you come here?"
"Is it a roach?" he asked. I didn't even scream, but I guess my voice was enough of a clue.
Before Joshua could come to my rescue, the roach crawled behind the curtain. When Joshua pulled it aside, shoe in hand, the nasty little critter dashed down and disappeared under the bed.
A cursory search under the bed failed to uncover it, so I proposed sleeping in the living room.
Joshua didn't like that idea, so he conducted a thorough investigation...
...until even I was convinced that THERE ARE NO ROACHES UNDER THE BED. Where he could have disappeared to is beyond me, but it's been two days and he's still in hiding. Roach traps are definitely top of my shopping list!