Posting challenge

The Giant Flying Cockroach really threw my week off, flist. It appeared in the bedroom just as I was posting on Wednesday evening, as you saw, and so the better half and I barricaded that room up and spent the night sleeping fitfully on the futon in the living room. Thursday the better half heroically fetched some clean clothes for us while I watched the door to make sure it didn't fly out. When my brother and sister-in-law came over for dinner, my sister-in-law went into the bedroom armed with the vacuum to see what could be done. And....she couldn't find it. Which is not surprising, given that it had been almost twenty four hours and what sane bug would have stayed where it was after hearing me scream like I had seen the devil? I tried to sleep in the bedroom again on Thursday night, but every time the breeze came through the windows, the shades moved, and I heard wings whirring and woke up in a panic again, so eventually I had to move back to the living room. By Friday I had calmed down, gone back into the bedroom to fetch by books, and decided I could sleep in my own bed again.

All in all, not my best week. But it did get me thinking about the fact that I'm not adult enough to kill my own bugs, and I may never be. Which may not be the end of the world; adulthood's not nearly so much about total competence and self-sufficiency as I'd imagined. (Or at least my version isn't.) Are there aspects of adulthood you haven't yet conquered, flist? Stuff that irrationally frightens you, or somehow turns you off, stuff you wish you had a parental figure or a big sibling around to do for you?