My life was saved... by my cat!

Picture this: It's night. We're ready for bed. The lights are out. The man's in bed, along with the dog. I go to pee, and am joined by the cat. I hear some scratching. It's coming from the basket we keep in the bathroom (my magazine rack!). The cat's eats perk up and she creeps in.

I should have let her handle it. But no, I move the roll of toilet paper.

A bug. A HUGE, black, crawling bug. (No, I don't know what type..). I scream, and high step it for the bedroom, where I throw myself on the bed. Now, the Spousal Equivalent is on his feet! Apparently I've never screamed like that before. He goes and quickly dispatched the bug. (I think I heard it crunch!)

Needless to say I'll be calling the Apartment office today.

In other news, I'm dreading the weigh in today. With mom visiting the diet kind of went out of the window. *cringe* We'll see.