I had just lain down when a menacing dark blob high on the mango-hued wall caught my weary eyes.
Even in the dark, my sixth-sense bug-detector went off. Is thatee? I wondered, snapping on the lamp and squinting toward the ceiling.
Yep, it was.
An August “palmetto bug” had decided to pay a less-than-August, uninvited visit into the living room—my living room. He was staring down at me from his lofty perch, giggling and daring me to take action.
“Catch me if you can,” he snickered.