The wicked bug? The wicked bug.
Ding Dong the wicked bug is gone.
Wake up - sleep head, get your shoes, get out of bed.
Run out, the wicked bug is gone!! * My apologies to the Wizard of Oz and all the Munchkins.
I don't know what happened. One moment it was there. Three inches from my door. The next it was gone. Damn good thing because the MO has threatened to have a restraining order issued if I called one more time. Personally, I think if I spend what amounts to a small house payment in rent, then I should get the same service I would if I had a house (and a husband i.e. live in maintenance). 'Cause darn-tooting I would have hauled significant other's rear end off the couch and to the front door to remove that HUGE BUG.
I don't know where IT went but if I had to spend one more day held captive by a reject from a Men In Black casting call, I was going to go bonkers. The maintenance here really sucks. I can get my leaky faucet fixed in ten minutes, but having my only escape route cleared of all possible man-eating-menaces.... Yeah, someone needs to get their priorities straight here people and I am guessing it ain't me.
Only now I am afraid IT wasn't dead, but IT has just relocated and is sitting there waiting for me to walk outside my door so it can attack. I mean, I never actually saw IT die, did I? And it's not like I was going to crawl out the door, grab one of IT's legs and take a pulse to determine actual death. (OHHH... moment for creepiness to pass.....) I did mention that large imagination I have when it comes to bugs, right? What if IT had called in re-enforcements and they are waiting for me in the stairwell? Was I wise to use the entire can of Raid when I first saw IT? Should I have saved a bit for my gauntlet run to freedom? Crap, now I am stuck.