Scene Of The Crime

**WARNING - BARBIE - You may not want to read this post**

So yesterday, when I was creating my Photo A Day post - I honestly thought - what in the world will I take a picture of EVERYDAY (I know when Lumpy gets here, it'll probably be easier)? I live a pretty fascinating life of cookie dough, naps, misfits and Law & Order - but really, will anything interesting enough happen to justify photo documentation (for example, yesterday's photo was of my belly button - it's starting to pop out a little and for some reason I finding lots of hidden moles, but I'm sure no one really finds this interesting)?

I should have known to ask such stupid questions of my life.

I will set the scene.

I'm peacefully taking a very warm shower. My wonderful MIL got me the Fresh Brown Sugar gift set for Christmas, which includes 3 packets of brown sugar scrub (my favorite product in the set). Seeing as I'm a frugal girl - I've already used this packet a couple of times, but there's still plenty of sugar scrub left for my shower today and possibly another day (I'm a sugar scrub hoarder). I gently start to shake the packet of sugar scrub onto my loofah (thank God I didn't pour directly onto my hand), but the little sugar crystals don't seem to be coming out. I start to shake a little harder . . . the sugar scrub looks a little darker than usual, but I don't really think anything of it . . .it also seems to be coming out in one HUGE clump . . .

Dun, Dun, Dun . . .

The clump of sugar scrub is actually a GIGANTIC ROACH. I'm being attacked by a roach in my shower! I throw the loofah, scrub packet and roach onto the tub floor - I scream - I prance around a little as I scream more - I shake my hands in the "eweeeee, I just touched something gross" way that girls do - I scream some more.

After what feels forever, I realize that the roach is dead. I guess he died while eating sugar scrub (maybe a good way to go?). Even though the roach is dead, I firmly believe that I was the one attacked. I will say as much in any court of law.

As I calm down, quickly rinse the conditioner out of my hair and slip out of the shower (having not really gotten a chance to fully wash - sorry misfits if I'm smelly today), I realize that maybe this is something interesting enough to document.

Here is the photo:

I don't think the picture accurately represents the true size of this roach, but you can kind of tell by the size of its antlers (or antennas - whatever they're called). I was traumatized and still get the yucky chills just thinking about it.

I called Buttin this morning and told him that there was a crime scene in our shower and to be prepared. We've been watching a lot of true crime shows lately and I fully expect there to be a Snapped, Dateline or 48 Hours documenting my ordeal in the near future.