Day 10 - Something you're afraid of

ROACHES.

There is nothing in the world that scares the bejeezus out of me more than a roach. Or, heaven forbid, more than one roach!!

After my family moved out of the house I grew up in, it didn't sell. So my mom ended up renting it a few times and finally sold it. One of the renters happened to be filing through Section 8 but the lady was sweet and her kids were so charming my mom went for it anyway.

Long story short, it didn't end well. And the clean-up was from HELL. There I said it. Because MY hell is full of roaches and that's what this was!

John and I walked into the house one morning to help my mom with the clean up. She'd warned us there were lots of roaches. What she didn't tell us was that the walls were covered in tiny little baby roaches. Hundreds of thousands of tiny baby roaches. And you know when they say when you see one roach there are a hundred more you can't see? I don't even know if that was possible because I swear every single inch of the beautiful, wonderful two story home I spent my childhood in was invaded by those creepy, crawly, disgusting things.

I don't think I'll ever get over it.

The roaches fell in our hair. We cleaned up the dog crap all over the back yard. We painted over the filth on the walls that we did not even give thought to what it all could be. But we cleaned up the house. Because my childhood memories would be forever tainted if we hadn't.

A family from Africa lives there now. They are LDS and in my mom's ward. The father recently passed away from cancer.

I still hate roaches.