Roach Coach

Last week I was packing for an overnight work trip to Sausalito and was reminded of an incident back in January.

Every January I “get to go” to Vegas for a week-long work meeting.  Each year my room is exactly the same as the year before.  I’ve come to think of it as my “winter home.”  So the first night I’m there I put my stuff in my room, go back out for some meetings and come back to get ready for dinner.  I flip the light switch on in my palatial Vegas bathroom and shriek out loud at the site of a large brown cockroach by the toilet.

In the split second before I go to arm myself with a shoe (yes, my mom trained me at a very early age), I think, “Wait a second… that cockroach looks familiar.”  Those are the exact words that went through my head: that cockroach looks familiar.

And low and behold, it was a familiar cockroach.  A familiar brown rubber cockroach that my boys acquired somewhere and had somehow hitched a ride with me, all the way to Nevada.

I vaguely remembered some shenanigans that morning when I was getting dressed for my trip.  Jacob tried to put it up the back of my shirt but I disarmed him.  Then I believe Nate got ahold of it and shoved it into the back of my jeans pocket and ran off in a fit of accomplished giggles.  I went about my business and somehow it never fell out in the airport or on the airplane and serendipitously showed up on my hotel bathroom floor.

This past week as I’m packing for an overnight trip, Nate is monkeying around on my bed and laughs his Evil Uncle Geoff Laugh (it’s like a mischievous Dracula belly laugh).  He outs himself by showing me that he’s hidden the rubber cockroach inside my suitcase.  We have two of these bugs by the way.

I have a feeling this is less common with girls…

That cockroach looks familiar…