Dinner.

In order to save money on the massive 5 jet shower that costs an enormous amount to use, I decided to get into the hot tub. Same effect, nice hot water relaxing the body. The hot tub had the advantage, being under the stars in the dark on a nice cool October evening. Finally a few minutes to myself to clear my head from the long week. I looked up and in the dark a humongous cockroach scurried along the railing. I guess it could have been worse, it could have been a flying cockroach. I ducked down to avoid him from seeing me and peered over the edge of the hot tub. He was moving into position, as I waited patiently. The critter was about to get pulverized. Another second and Mr. Cockroach would be exactly where I wanted him. You could just about consider him gone.

I lunged out of the hot tub, with my fist clenched and pounded the railing, just as the roach darted out of the way, I swatted at him again this time open clawed like a feline. I had missed again, just as he fell over the railing 15 feet below to safety. If I was a cat, I had just missed dinner.

Not more than a minute into relaxing again, I hear my son calling for me. I should have kept silent, but I am a sucker when it comes to answering his questions. You never know what is going to come out of that boy's mouth next. He asked where I was and told him I was outside. He come out and saw me and immediately bolted back into the house SCREAMING at the top of his lungs, "I FOUND DADDY. HE'S IN THE HOT TUB. I FOUND DADDY! HE'S IN THE HOT TUB!" I jumped out of the tub and threw my jeans back on, since I was naked, before my wife or our friends that were over, came upstairs. Great. If I was a cat, not only had I just missed dinner, now my position had been compromised, and if my son was a dog, and I had just been eaten alive for dinner.