So I moved in with two Khmer girls, Pouv and Rotha, for a few weeks. We discussed that I had the option to live downstairs with them or have the upstairs room all to myself. Of course, being an American I chose the upstairs room all to myself. Or so I thought…
We enjoyed the evening together talking, playing games and “joking” about the rat they heard upstairs. I’m playing it cool on the outside, but really I’m paranoid about “the rat upstairs.” You see where this is going, don’t you?
I retired to my room for the evening. Confessional: I wished I had eyes in the back of my head, but instead I had shifty eyes, not wanting to suffer a surprise attack. I settled in and turned out the light which activated my imagination.
One minute can be very long when you’re sure something is creeping next to you that you can’t see. I flipped the light back on…in a flash I heard, then saw him (blurry without my glasses) skittering across the room on a ledge along the wall about eye level when I’m standing.
Not sure what shot up quicker, me or my heart rate, but with a muffled scream I jumped out of bed. Take a moment to enjoy the mental picture.
I live downstairs now 🙂