Last night a terrible battle took place. I entered my bedroom around 12:30, ready to get some sleep. And what do I see crawling covertly across my floor? A giant roach! I make a loud highpitched noise and quickly look around for my weapons. My government novel by Bob Woodward? No.. I'll be scraping roach off of that for weeks. But my old drawing book? That will work perfectly! I recovered it from my poster pile and prepared myself to squish the life out of the dark agent of evil. Unfortunately, grabbing the book had sent it scurrying away... to where I do not know. First I dismantled the right side of my room, checking carefully under everything. To my dismay, I concluded it had gone into hiding under my large bed, to which there was no chance of recovering it. That left me with only one option: go to sleep with the lights on. I crawled gingerly into bed and fell asleep until 5, at which time I boldly switched the overhead light for a lamp, then around 8 or so I turned the light completely off, relying on the light from the window to keep the beast off me. It was a terrible night, filled with dreams of alligators, dying lizards, and ugly water. But at least I escaped with my life. I at least have that to be thankful for.