Kill

I hung out with Megan last night. We went to Paseo Colorado Pasadena to do some shopping. She bought some skincare items and then we went to California Pizza Kitchen two blocks down for dinner. I was not sure about this place, as I told her, CPK screamed mainstream and franchised. She laughed about that comment and told me she had wanted to try it for a long time and she didn't mind being mainstream, sometimes. We ordered Mango Tandoori Chicken Pizza and Sicilian Neopolean-style pizza. We both like the Indian inspired one a lot more. It was like when you had Naan with tandoori chicken and curry on the side, but with everything on top of the bread sprinkled with chunks of mango, and instead of Naan, it's pizza bread. Sicilian pizza came very thin and crusty. It tasted fine, perhaps more familiar and definitely saltier in flavor. We finished both pizzas and were way stuffed.

After having some shaved ice for dessert (I know, more food!), I came home to Mr. Chirp's full on orchestra. It was loud and obnoxious. I stormed into the bathroom and knocked the door a few times, which seemed to quiet him down. I became more annoyed with myself for not getting the bug spray earlier and thinking he would have an extra day to irritate me. As I was having some water in the kitchen I heard him going at it again! ARRGH! I was furious. I went back to the bathroom and started to shake the door violently. I held the door knob with my right hand and shook it hard for about a minute. Then I switched to my left hand and shook the door wildly for another 2 - 3 minutes. Just when I stopped to catch my breath I saw it - There he was - Mr. Chirp fell on the floor and looked somewhat puzzled. He pause for a second and immediately made a run for the door. There's no way I was going to let him escape to hide under or inside the bathroom door again! I grabbed this just worn t-shirt, threw on top of Mr. Chirp, and began smashing. I crushed, I stepped, I squeezed, I abused that shirt with him in it. There was only one objective in my head, "I must KILL KILL KILL!!!"

After I felt I did all I could to Mr. Chirp (my poor shirt...), I still wasn't sure if he was still breathing. I couldn't risk that chance. I grabbed a plastic bag, put my shirt in it, tightened the bag so even if he came back to life he would still be trapped in there. I wasn't going to dump my shirt though. I planned to do my laundry and let the washer machine take care of his either dead or half-dead body. Yes I know I sound intense and slightly crazy, but try to understand, this bug aka Mr. Chirp had been bothering me for more than two weeks, imagine losing sleep, being distracted from your favorite TV shows, and not being able to stop it, until now!

The victory is indeed sweet. Even though I can still hear other Chirpsie's singing, I know he's no longer in my apartment. And if he is, and more specifically, hiding in the bathroom door, I know now how to get him good! And dead!