In Florida we have a lot of bugs. Every now and then, you'll see an occasional cockroach that sneaks inside your home seeking shelter from the cold weather. Well the other night when I was up editing the vlog at around 2 AM, I went into the kitchen to grab a snack. I open the fridge and the bright light reveals a big cockroach right next to my foot. I could have jumped and screamed but my mind has been trained to not make a sound after 8:30 PM because that's when Jackson is put to bed and if I wake him up, Keren would give me a whoopin' of a life time. So I froze not making a single noise. Then, I calmly backed away. I got a napkin and planned out my attack. I would jump from behind and capture him then flush him down the toilet. I crouched down so he couldn't see me coming. I inched towards him. I held the napkin up and all of a sudden the cockroach jumped up and started flying. "AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!", I yelled as I jumped on top of the counter knocking over some pots and pans. "AAHHHHH!!!" I yelled again because I heard my bedroom door open. I knew it. My fate has been decided. "AAAAHHHHH!!!!" I yelled as Keren came stomping around the corner, her hand held high about to smack the life out of me. "AAAAHHHHH!!!!" I yelled as the cockroach landed on my face. In that instant, the cockroach and I both knew we messed up and our life flashed before our eyes. Keren smacked us so hard we laid on the kitchen floor for 3 days straight. Just crying every single day and night. Me and the cockroach cool now. We eat midnight-dinner together every Wednesday.