After a near-miss attempt of squashing a Goliath-sized, African cockroach that tickled Cliff’s shoulder and ear before alerting me to its presence by a tickle on my wrist near my forehead in the middle of the night, the husband (vengeful only in such circumstances), decided to ramp up Roach Ammunition all over the house.
Two nights ago, I awoke at 3 in the morning unable to sleep, when I said to him, “Cockroach in bed!”
Cliff sat up stiff and immediately proceeded to cup his hand over the cylindrical body, “It ain’t going anywhere this time!”
As I grabbed him a tissue to kill it with, with both of us grinning from our unparalleled teamwork and improved performance from the night before, he squished it determinedly, before feeling the springy texture, and, upon examining his proud kill, looked up to me and said,
“WAI JIA, IT’S YOUR EAR-PLUG!!”
Grateful for a husband who is ever-forgiving and ever-ready to LAUGH at the ridiculous things that happen in life, including his wife.