So I go into the kitchen for my cornflakes night-cap. Let me preface this by saying that I am a cereal fiend. Even as I’m pouring out the cereal, I’m making sure that I’m leaving enough for a bowl in the morning. Yes, I’m even carefully planning out my next bowl of cereal. I also make a mental note of how much milk is left. Everything is still all good for the morning.
I go to complete my perfect bowl of cereal, the one I’ve been craving and imaging eating for the past hour, and reach for the bag of sugar to sprinkle (generously) on top. Then the worst thing imaginable happens.
A roach falls out of the bag of sugar and lands in the middle of my cereal.
In my mind I’m still thinking I can save this (I must have gone temporarily crazy) and I nudge at the roach to try to encourage him to run over to the edge and make a quick exit. He’s slightly smaller than a cornflake. Of course in my mind I’m just rationalizing that if I can get him off as quickly as possible I can just scoop off the flakes that he stepped on and I can still eat this. Wrong.
I grab a pair of wooden tongs and try to grab him, but that’s also ridiculous. I end up hacking away at the bowl with the tongs as he rapidly disappears into the cereal. Now there is a roach hiding in my fucking cereal. My cursing and hacking even woke up hubby who was asleep down the hall.
Now I have no idea what to do with this goddamned bowl of bug cereal. It’s still sitting on the counter where I left it. We don’t have a garbage disposal and the trash is full. Perhaps I’ll flush it down the toilet.
I have never lost a craving so quickly.

