The door to our office was open, and I could see Tony sleeping about ten feet away, and he is a really light sleeper, and I know he heard me screaming and screaming. I even asked him about it in the morning, and he said "yeah, I think so." Yet he didn't move a muscle. So if a killer/rapist breaks in, I'm assuming I'm on my own.
But, needless to say, I barely slept that night after the cockroach, and I had a creepy dream, similar to Kafka's The Metamorphosis. Since then, I've had to sleep with the blanket over my head with only a small pocket of air to breathe, in case a cockroach tries to crawl into my mouth or up my nose while I'm sleeping.
But, I haven't seen any cockroaches since. He might have been a "lone wolf."
In other news, Gus needs a haircut bad. It hangs down almost to the tip of his nose, and I try to keep it combed to the side, but by the end of the day it's all falling forward and he's gazing out through this veil of hair. Cord keeps calling him an emo, and Gus doesn't seem to be bothered by that. I asked Gus if he think he looks like an emo, and he said yes. So I asked him what an emo was, just to see if he knew, and his answer was something like this:
"It's when someone in your family dies, or one of your friends die, and you are really sad, so you take a knife and start cutting yourself..."
And I burst out laughing when he said that, because he has an "emo" confused with a "cutter," and why does my seven-year-old know this sort of junk? Did I miss a special episode of iCarly?