June 1, 2010
A few months ago I was doing nothing in particular on the sofa when a cockroach decided to do the same on my lap. All I wanted to do was lounge and continue doing nothing, but the intrusion took me so by surprise that I was compelled to spring up from the sofa in a frenzy and jangle of panicked limbs in an attempt to evict the interloper. It wasn't that I minded the actual presence of the little guy so much as I was offended by the way he "popped" the collar of his polo shirt. That's just gross.