i was getting used to never showering alone. while the company ooged me out a bit, there wasn’t much i could do about it. now that they are all gone, i kinda miss them in some sick, twisted way.

see, my shower was recently infested with cracky bugs. i am not sure if the bugs actually cracked when you smooshed them. but when i was discussing the issue with my friend michelle, she was pretty sure they were cracky bugs. so that’s what i called them.

yes, every morning i’d wake up and there would be five or six cracky bugs hanging out in the bathtub. i would drown them all, because i am heartless and place no value on the life of cracky bugs.

i would then proceed with my daily hygiene routine (that’s kinda fun to say, hygiene routing, say it!). then i’d get home from work and there in the tub, five or six cracky bugs. since the bugs all looked the same i could never be sure if they were the same cracky bugs i though i’d drowned. i am pretty sure it was a colony of cracky bugs that lived somewhere in the shower and not just five or six super-cracky bugs.

but this morning i noticed, there were no cracky bugs. i don’t know where the cracky bugs have gone. maybe i have killed them all. maybe they were bored with me. maybe they didn’t like the smell of my freesia bath gel.

i don’t know where they have gone, but i kinda miss the little buggers. they made the morning much more entertaining. because there is nothing more entertaining than standing naked in the shower and splashing water on the shower walls trying to drown cracky bugs.

this is my requiem for the cracky bugs. gimme a minute. . . i get a little choked up.

why oh why did the cracky bugs leave me?