Uninvited Vacation Guests

We are on a mini-vacation right now. We had some points left on our timeshare that we needed to use up this year, so we traveled about four hours east of us to stay at this little condo on a lake for a couple days. It's a nice setup and Chase gets to sleep in his own room in a king-sized bed, which he thinks is so cool.

We got him all tucked under the covers Sunday night and were about to start reading bedtime stories when Brian looked up and said, "Uhhh.... What is that?" I looked up and there were two HUGE cockroaches on the ceiling, right where it connects to the wall. The ceiling was really high up and we just looked at each other like, "What are we going to do?" I mean, you can't just leave them there, tuck your baby into bed and then pray they don't attack him in the night!

Let me just say before telling the rest of this story that I am in awe at my husband's ability to go out on a limb to protect his child, when he himself is terrified of cockroaches.

Brian grabbed some balls Chase had packed, I grabbed Chase and we scooted as far from the projected landing site as possible. Brian threw several balls at the roaches with no success. He then grabbed the broom. They were too high up to get just by holding onto the broom handle, so he started throwing it up there. After the first throw I said, "Maybe we should move the lamp before you break it." With that, Brian gave it one last throw and he got them! Down they came, as did the broom... which went through the lampshade... and shattered the lightbulb.

All went dark.

Omigod. There we were, in the dark, screaming, knowing there were two huge cockroaches on the loose, and unable to run because there was broken glass all over the floor.

Chase and I were far enough away from the glass that I could get to the other lamp and turn it on. When the light came on they were nowhere to be found. Poor Brian was freaking out, but he stayed brave for his son. He did say, thinking about Chase's "Save the Pincher Bugs" movement just a few days prior, "Sorry, Chase. We're not setting these ones free." One came scurrying across the floor and Brian beat it to death repeatedly with the broom.

Hey, Chase was warned.

The other one was nowhere to be found. We decided to vacuum up the glass, thinking maybe the noise would scare it out of wherever it was hiding. We were right, but we were not fast enough and it bolted somewhere under/behind the bed. We moved mattresses and everything, but could not find it. Finally we decided we just needed to put Chase to bed. We cleaned up the mess and tucked him in.

Thank goodness he isn't old enough to know better.

Afterwards Brian felt so guilty for letting him sleep in there, saying, "I wouldn't sleep in there tonight!" But Chase actually slept great, while I flipped out every time I felt a tickle on my leg. Ignorance is bliss!

Brian did talk to management the next day and they were shocked we found lives ones, because they had just sprayed the day before. That probably explains why they were on the ceiling, escaping the deadly fumes. Hopefully the one we can't find has inhaled those fumes and is dead right now. That may help me sleep better tonight!

I am filing this story as "awkward" because after I got done typing it, Brian said, "You should save this story for your 'Totally Awkward Tuesday' post." I said, "I don't know.... Do you think it's really an awkward story?" and his wide-eyed response was an exasperated, "Well it was certainly awkward for me!"

So there you have it, folks. My Totally Awkward Tuesday post for the week, sponsored by Tova.

P.S. This is my second post of the day. Be sure to check out my previous post if you haven't already!