Screaming in China

The other day I went into our tiny kitchen. Because Peter and I don't cook a lot of food ourselves, a trip to the kitchen can be far and few between. On this occasion I opened up the door and was startled and scared silly by a giant cockroach that snuck out from behind our garbage can. He was making a bee-line right for my feet. I was screaming like a little girl. I was doing the dance up and down with my feet which usually happens when you see something frightening running across the floor. Thanks to the Chinese design of an elevated living room the roach was trapped in the kitchen and couldn't get lost underneath our furniture or something more tragic. Peter tossed me a sandal and I crunched that bug, taking care of business. Here's the evidence of the aftermath. He was about as big as my thumb. Even up to the end, there are always surprises waiting for me in China!