metrocake

So here’s me the other morning: trying frantically to make it out the door to work. I needed to pack for a few days (potential transit strike, ya know), lighten my hair, and decide what to wear for my office party that night. And all of that would take…five minutes, right? Um. No.

So I have the lightener on my hair (”Summer Blonde,” if you’re interested) and it’s at the point where I need to shampoo it off. And I need to do it at an exact moment, else I’d have blonde roots. :o So I hop in the shower, and there’s a silverfish sitting there, obviously stuck in my tub.

Now, I generally don’t kill bugs (sorry Jessica and Jamie) unless they’re cockroaches, ants, mosquitos, or earwigs. In other words: I don’t kill ‘em unless they’ll eat me or my food. :) So I grabbed a piece of toilet paper, and chased the poor silverfish around my tub, freaking out about getting it out while getting the blonding crap off my head. Finally got it out and on the floor next to the tub. Grabbed my facecloth and put it on the side of the tub to keep the blonding stuff out of my eyes.

Aaaand in the midst of everything, the facecloth falls…onto the silverfish. I’m now cursing at, well, everything. I go to pick the facecloth up…except the silverfish is now sitting on it. And, no, I’m not using a cloth ON MY FACE that’s had a BUG on it. So I put it back down on the floor, rinsed my head, and prayed that nothing would get in my eyes. And then spent the rest of my bathroom time hoping I wasn’t stepping on the frickin’ buggie.

I hope that silverfish appreciated it!