The Death of Smitty the IX

by Cheryl Wolverton


Subj: Fwd: The death of Smitty the IX
Date: 10/13/98 10:10:15 PM Pacific Daylight Time
From: AleaFarris
To: KBaichtal
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Forwarded Message:
Subj: The death of Smitty the IX
Date: 10/13/98 9:47:27 PM Pacific Daylight Time
From: AleaFarris
To: cdmunoz@earthlink.net, mrobbins@netins.net
To: marylou@ap.net, AleaFarris, KLitman323
To: SandSteinr
CC: zeor@ucs.net

okay guys....here's a real life for you;)

3:20a.m.....all good Alea's are sitting and working...:)[aka cheryl in her other persona]....working her little heart out, being a good person......

when out of the corner of her eye she spots something scurry toward her...I use the word scurry, because that's exactly what it did....

turning my head.....next to my arm is a brown huge wood roach....looking six inches long as it twitched it's little antenee at me in challenge.....actually only about three inches long......

3:20 in the morning......one kid in a room on my left, one kid in a room on my right, and a husband down the hall......all asleep.....being the conscientious person I am......

I only hit it.....and held onto my manuscript for dear life[hey..have you ever had to put 300 apges abck in order?!]
it hit the glass, the kleenex box....boing, boing boing...and landed on its back....

no longer able to supress my fear.....little quiet eaakie eakie ekaiies' began to escape...hey, the kids are sleeping..can't wake them..would have scared everyone to death screaming too loud.......

but, does the roach give up....it sits there kicking and kicking and kicing.....uuuueeeeeeuuuuuwwww.....and trying to get over on its tummy...

well, I won't kill these roaches, preferring to put a pan over it until Steve gets home...but this one looked very familiar tot his Donor...and it's now 3:40 and Steve doesn't get up until four a.m....but.......

eeeeakie.....I just can't wait....so I jump up...run down the hall.....stop at the door and walk in....."Oh steve, hon...it's time to get up, thought I'd wake you.....and oh, while you're up can you kill a roach for me?"

"now...now NOWW DEAR"

he gets out of bed and staggers in there and picks up my shoe--it's a big joke in the house how every living creature is attracted to me..my shoe, my side of the bed, my clothes, my hair, my purse.....etc......and goes over to kill it....

meanwhile.....I start dancing again and squeaking....it was MOVING back on its LEGS! it was on the lamp....I said HIT IT.....and was astonished when he took the time to pick up the lamp and move it before he swung![okay, so I was a bit paniked]

now, the only way to kill these suckers is to hit and hit and hit until you hear a crack......really disgusting

so I had my ears plugged, dancing and yelling very softly...kill it oooh hurry kill it steve oh yuck KILL IT!!!!....

it fell to the floor and I unplugged my ears thinking WHEW....when it jumped up and ran....and steve hit it....

craaaaaaaaaack........it was dead, in two pieces.

I said...oh...my mistake...it's not four a.m....go back to bed;)

...but I saw an antenne move...and I guess this game just made me think it was still alive...besides, it was near where I was sitting....and he didn't pick it up.....but walked off.......

and I insisted he come back and do something with it...he grinned, shook his head and left!!!!! the roach is gone...I hope it didn't get up and walk off....cause I didnt' move it.....

thanks Smitty for giving me nightmares of ressurected roaches


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