So, I'm sitting here studying for the FE (fundamentals of engineering exam) and the GRE (graduate school exam), both of which, I'm taking this week, and Rachel says to me "Sherman, I fought a battle today and I won."
I quickly turned off my study music and turned around from my desk when Rachel proceeded to tell me about her escapades...
She was working in the kitchen this morning while June was still asleep (She's a Proverbs 31 girl ;-) when she noticed a big black spot on the ceiling. It was a roach.
Let me begin to paint the picture for you. The only other time I saw Rachel fly off the handle when an insect was involved was when a roach stared her down in the hallway of our house and then retreated to the bathroom... Unwilling to let the roach get away, she darted off after it with her weapon (One of my sandals) in hand raised above her head... She screamed some sort of jibberish and squashed the roach with a vengeance. Think of the scene in The Patriot where Mel Gibson goes totally Apache on the soldiers after they killed his wife (I think)... I laughed hysterically!!!
So, large black roach on the ceiling... I'm at work... She has to get that thing herself.
"I couldn't just hit it off the ceiling because then it would have fallen on me" she said as she planned on what to do to kill the roach.
"I grabbed a rag, and then I thought... Not big enough, so I grabbed a bigger rag
"So, I grabbed the wasp and hornet spray and sprayed it on the rag"... Mind you... She's in the kitchen.
She then proceeded to throw the rag with the pile of wasp and hornet killer foam on it directly vertical up to hit the roach.
Direct hit.
As that toxic foam junk is dripping off the ceiling, the roach falls onto the counter and scurries under the juicer...
I know what you're thinking... he got away...
Not yet.
Then she says...
"I had to move the juicer several times as I screamed in a shrill banshee voice, 'I'm going to get you mamacita!'"
As I'm laughing almost uncontrollably at this point, about to pee my pants, I ask her why she called the roach "mamacita"
She said "I don't know, I think I was speaking in tongues"
Anyhow, the story ends as she finally does what a nuclear fallout could not do.
She killed the roach.
Mamacita was dead.
So, thanks for reading... I might have just needed a study break, but I thought this was hilarious.
Then again...
maybe you had to have been there.