Just now, my brother asked me to help him water some plants. I said sure, I just had to go to the bathroom first. So I went to the bathroom, and headed downstairs to help him. I was moving some furniture when I felt something on my leg (under my pants) and I reflexively brushed at it with my hand…and it moved further up my leg. So I grabbed at it through my pants, and heard a loud CRUNCH. I ran back to the bathroom with the explanation that ‘something is in my pants that shouldn’t be there’ and when I got inside, I pulled off my pants, and what did I see sticking out of my fist but a leg and an antenna. I slowly opened my fist to reveal the remains of a very large, very squished cockroach. After freaking out for a bit, I flushed it, still twitching, down the toilet.
In conclusion, there was a cockroach. In my pants.
Ewwwwwwww! (at least it wasn’t a spider though…)
PS – I’m writing this on my swank new iPhone 3GS!!
EeeewWWww!!!
Glad you got my “message”. Sadly it was at he expense of one of my minions
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
I think the only appropriate response here is to burn the cockroach, your pants and possibly your brother’s apartment as well.
eww. Are you in NY? Cockroaches there are like demonic hellspawn!