This thing was flying around my room last night when I finally got to bed around 1am. Well, maybe not this one in particular, but I'm pretty sure that they are not too distantly related because the resemblance was uncanny. Seriously, about 3" long not including the giant atenaes and mandibles (?). I used to think myself a pretty brave soul when it came to creepy crawleys. Not that I love them, but I take care of business be it with a shoe or a vaccum. Keep my cool. Usually. This guy had me cowering in the doorway. I think I actually threw a shoe in his direction (real effective I know). Sometime after 2am I finally lured it out of my bedroom by very stealthily reaching my arm into the room and turning off the light (brave, I know) and turning on the light in the living room. I then ran like a baby into my room and shut the door. What happened to the creature? I know not. Was I paranoid that it was going to crawl through the crack under my door to the point that I wouldn't turn on the light to find my phone? Yes. Was I paranoid that it was going to attack me as I was showering this morning? You betcha. I am officially a wuss. And cannot live in South America.
To top it all off, I am very sleepy this morning from my late night and fitful flying beetle filled dreams. Only to discoverthis morning that my landlords are selling the house that we are living in (the wonderful, big, beautiful, moderately priced house that we love) and we have 30 days to find a new place. I moved 42 days ago people. 42 days. Tuesdays, Wednesdays break my heart. Friday, I better be in love.