Bugs Are Gross

(I was going to post a picture of a cockroach, but just looking at them gave me horrifying flashbacks so instead I posted this picture of a puppy.)

Yesterday there was a giant bug in my office. It was terrifying and I'm still recovering.

This is the second time that this has happened and each time the people I work with act like I'm overreacting and say things like, "How long have you lived in New York again?" and "Oh, that's not a roach, it's just a WATER BUG."

I fail to see the logic behind either of these points.

a) I have lived in New York for 7 years, and while I can handle stepping around streams of urine on the sidewalk and watching rats play tag on the subway rails, the experience has yet to warp my mind so much that I am prepared to do battle with prehistoric sized insects.

b) I don't care if you call it a unicorn. It's still a bug and it's still disgusting.

The real kicker is that there are not one, but two men in my office. I'm all for feminism or whatever, but as long as we're getting paid 70 cents on the dollar I am not touching a goddamn bug. Theoretically the men I work with will have made millions of dollars more than me over their lifetimes. The least they can do is kill a roach. Earn your fucking keep.

Phew. I would keep going, but standing up for women's rights is exhausting and I'm pretty sure I hear Gloria Steinem calling to give me a medal or something.