My Hero...Armed with High Threadcount

So after I finished typing last night and headed to bed, it happened again…not just a bug…big enough to be a pet…scurrying across the living room. Tim was all over it once again…my hero. But without the vacuum handy, what should he find to kill this sucker? Some would think shoe, newspaper, etc. I was frantically looking for a lasso…a machine gun…ANYTHING! Tim, being cut from a different cloth, chose a towel. Yes, a towel. Because nothing says you mean business like a nice soft piece of Egyptian cotton! Of course it took several poundings with this towel to kill it. When he was done I didn’t know whether to ring the bell and send him to his corner or find a paper towel to collect his kill. I told him he had to measure it to justify my insanity…we noticed it had a collar with a name tag…not really, but it should have. 2 1/2 inches long…3/4 of an inch wide…Needless to say…the bedroom was well lit last night and in between bed checks I dreamed of poodle sized cockroaches flying around like helicopters…smacking me in the face. Tim said he would call someone today…Orkin, Terminex, the National Guard…someone!!