Tiny Terrors

I hate to admit it, but I've been living with a situation.  Lots of gross, little situations... cockroaches.  We first noticed them about a year ago.  My first sighting was the eerie shadow of one trapped in the light fixture above the couch in the living room.  I noticed the outline of its long antennae and nasty body one day, and tried to convince myself that it had been there forever, I just hadn't noticed it before.  Then one appeared in my bedroom late one night while I was home alone, forcing me to douse it in Lysol until it died while trying to keep Minnie at bay.

It was disgusting.  I really can't think of anything that grosses me out more than cockroaches.  Every time I would see one, it would send me into a panic.  I mean, I had this to fear. (Spoiler alert: cockroach enters woman's intestines through the back door.)  It's bad enough worrying about a cockroach walking around on your face while you sleep, so how is anyone expected to sleep ever again if those little buggers can squeeze into places you never thought possible?

Anyway, eventually the cockroaches ceased (I am knocking on wood as I type this).  Maybe they were finally scared off after Kyle (unintentionally?) smashed a cockroach with a shoe and somehow, magically, all the proper forces were in order and the stars aligned and the cockroach's juicy guts went soaring through the air, only to land in the mouth of a poor spectator. (Sorry Nick.) So maybe the other cockroaches saw that and it grossed them out too and they ran away.  Whatever the reason, I haven't seen any sign of a cockroach for quite some time now...

Until....

this:

That's a cockroach leg.  Found in between my fingers.  The nasty little hairs on it were clinging to my finger.  I think they're taunting me.  I think it's a sign that they are coming back for revenge, and I am terrified.