Lessons from an Encounter with a Cockroach

Lessons from the Cockroach

In 2010, I began living in a lovely building in Houston that once temporarily housed the famous Marilyn Monroe. It was an amazing, older high rise converted into rentals that was purchased by a group out of Boston sometime around 2013. Don’t quote me on that because I am not sure about the date. I was able to rent a charming, affordable one-bedroom apartment on the 9th floor located just one block from my yoga studio. The building had some issues but the bones were strong and the building’s old-charm lured me in. Plus, being a somewhat patient person (most of the time anyway), I knew that I could manage a repair here and there without too much frustration. I loved how each apartment was unique – no two apartments in the building were alike. The building was a Houston icon overlooking all of River Oaks and the Memorial Park area.

Within a year, I upgraded my apartment and moved into a two-bedroom located directly next door to me. Two years later, I upgraded again to an even larger apartment up on the top floor. The penthouse on the 15th floor had four bedrooms, three baths, and the most fantastic view of all of Houston. It took nearly two full days to move all my stuff up 6 floors, but I was so genuinely thrilled to call the new 3000 square foot intricately beautiful apartment my new home, I didn’t care how arduous was the task.

We arrived excitedly to the first floor, the elevator doors opened, and the dogs ran down the hallway past the fitness center near the mailboxes and stopped at the back courtyard door. They turned with anticipation, panting heavily while waiting for me to catch up. I opened the door, and the dogs ran outside excited to do their business. as I was about to join them, something caught my eye on the ground. There in the doorway was a huge cockroach staring directly at the opening from the outside toward the inside. I quickly pulled to shut the door so that the cockroach could not come into the building. Much to my surprise, the roach flattened its body and came in from under the door anyway. I must admit, I was impressed.

I stood there in amazement with the roach now inside the building, still holding my large-pour glass of wine in my right hand. The cockroach turned left by a column and ran up the wall.

My thoughts then turned unkind. I imagined how many baby roaches this one roach could produce and soon felt a confliction stirring inside regarding the true purpose of this life before me. Since I have major aversion to cockroaches, I’d say this cockroach was lucky. I didn’t have it in me to end a cockroach life like would many people I know. Still, be as it may, my thoughts were not respectful to its existence in that moment.

I stood there with my impure thoughts, holding my wine without yet taking a sip, and watched the cockroach be a cockroach. Once it walked up and arrived close to the ceiling, it turned and appeared to look at me. It then moved halfway back down the wall until we were at eyelevel. We found ourselves in a stand-off.

Suddenly, the roach flew from the wall and into my face. I screamed. I jumped, and…the very large glass of pinot noir poured all over the top of my head, covered my face, and drenched my clothes. I had poured the entire glass of wine over my head. I literally froze in disbelief by what had just happened.

Standing in the hallway now dripping in shock with dark red wine, I thought, “Oh my God, what if someone comes and sees me like this?” The wine was all over the wall, the mailboxes behind me, the floor, my clothes. How would I explain what just happened if someone came in from the adjacent garage entrance?

I left the dogs outside and ran into the community-use bathroom down the hall. When I saw myself in the mirror in disbelief of my dreadful appearance – some crazed, deranged person covered in wine. The visual of everything that had just happened flashed through my mind like a movie.

I bursted out laughing, harder than I had laughed in a very long time. It was unbelievable, to me, it seemed so evident that the cockroach had sensed my thoughts. He clearly showed me that size does not matter when it comes to showing power. I was terrified of that tiny little roach. I also realized the cockroach was probably just as afraid of me. Why else would the little fella do that?I washed as much of the wine off as I could from my clothes and hair, knowing I had to let my dogs behind in the empty courtyard which I still had never got to enjoy.

Walking out of the restroom, back toward the hallway leading to outside, I paused to see where the roach had gone. The cockroach was in the middle of the glass window of the gym halfway down the hall, waiting for me to see what I would do. My dogs were at the back door wondering where I am, what I was doing. Let us back in mommy, why aren’t you out here with us?I realized I would have to pass the cockroach to let my dogs back inside the building. In that moment, traveling down that hallway might as well have been 1000 miles, the longest hallway imaginable. I became filled with fear and hesitated to move.

I had to muster up the courage somehow. My dogs wanted to come back inside, and considering I am their human who takes care of, protects, and feeds them, it was my duty to face my fear of the cockroach and let them back into the building.

I took a deep breath, gathered up the fake-it-till-you-make-it courage, and scurried past the roach. I opened the back door quickly so all three of us, dogs and human, could run down the hall back to the elevator. We entered the elevator with such sweet relief, and as I turned around to punch my floor button and saw the unmoving cockroach glaring at us as the doors to the elevator shut – a final stare-off like a curtain closing.

El Fin.

The elevator proceeded to take us back up to the safety of the 15th floor. I began laughing when I realized in that night, I had become a cockroach.

I had scurried past the cockroach as if it were a giant 1000 times my size! It seemed obvious the roach must have felt the same way. Maybe it felt my thoughts. Why else would it attack me? Animals, in general, only attack when they feel threatened. Right?

Upon safely entering my new apartment, I decided to look up the symbolic meaning of the cockroach. I thought perhaps there was a lesson to be learned – Google, “cockroach symbolism,” enter.

The cockroach is one of the most dreaded creatures on the earth. It lives in dark and dirty places. However, the cockroach also has a substantial evolution. They can adapt quickly and survive in the most extenuating circumstances. I read that it can also flatten its body to gain access into cracks and crevices. That explains how it came in through the door! It flattened its body and slid right under it.

The roach symbology also offers the chance to acknowledge having gratitude for our own ability to survive and adapt. They are quick to move and have a strong will to live. They act with precision to protect themselves from danger. The cockroach is a fantastic creature! I then realized how many trials and tribulations I have overcome in my life. I am pretty quick on my feet when faced with adversity. I have survived multiple losses – a husband, a father, grandparents, several dear friends, and many pets over my lifetime. Grief is no stranger to me. I suddenly began to feel an overwhelming appreciation for cockroaches and some gratitude for the little guy who not only taught me a lesson that size does not matter, but that humility is essential as well.

No one saw me standing in the hallway reeking of and drenched from red wine that evening, except for me in my mind’s eye. To this day, I laugh when I think about it when it comes to mind. I felt like Carrie, a young Sissy Spacek in the 1970s hit horror movie, except thankfully lacking and anger-led telekinetic powers and being covered in pig’s blood instead of wine.

I guess you could say I became one with the cockroach that night via an unexpected metamorphosis at 3435 Westheimer Road in Houston, Texas – a place where Marilyn Monroe too once stayed for a short while. Maybe Marilyn once met one of this roach’s ancestors in this ongoing stringing of life and experiences.

I upgraded my apartment and moved into a two-bedroom directly next door after one year; and then two years later, I upgraded to an even larger apartment again. My new roommates and I rented one of the larger apartments on the 15th floor that had four bedrooms, three baths, and the most fantastic view of all of Houston. It took nearly two full days to move all my stuff from the 9th floor, but it was genuinely thrilling to call the new 3000 square foot, beautiful new apartment, my new home.

When I finally moved the last load up into the new space, I decided it was time to relax and take the dogs outside to our back courtyard on the first floor. I poured a massive glass of pinot noir, and the dogs and I made our way down the elevator to the first floor. The elevator doors opened, and the dogs ran down the hallway past the fitness center and mailboxes, stopped at the door, and waited for me to catch up. I opened the door, the dogs ran outside, and just as I was about to join them, something caught my eye on the ground. There in the doorway was a huge cockroach staring directly at the opening from the outside. The dogs never even flinched and ran out to do their business. I quickly shut the door so that the cockroach could not come into the building. Much to my surprise, the roach flattened its body and came in from under the door anyway. I must admit, I was impressed.

I stood there inside the door staring at the roach now inside the building, still holding my large-pour glass of wine in my right hand. The cockroach turned left and ran up the wall. My thoughts were not kind. I imagined how many baby roaches this could produce and felt stirring emotions of confliction since I have major aversion to cockroaches. This cockroach was lucky, I thought. I have reverence for all life forms and didn’t have it in me to end its life like many people I know probably would. Be as it may, my thoughts were not very respectful and pure in that moment. I have never liked cockroaches. They give me the creeps.

I stood there with my impure thoughts, holding my wine without yet even a sip, and watched the cockroach be a cockroach. Once it arrived close to the ceiling, it turned and appeared to look at me. It then moved halfway back down the wall until we were eyelevel. We found ourselves in a stand-off.

Suddenly, in a split second, the roach flew from the wall and into my face. Startled, I screamed, jumped, and…

The very large glass of pinot noir poured all over the top of my head, covered my face, and drenched my clothes. I had poured the entire glass of wine onto my head. I froze in disbelief by what had just happened.

Standing in the hallway in shock dripping with dark red wine, I thought, “Oh my God, what if someone comes and sees me like this?” The wine was all over the wall, the mailboxes behind me, the floor, and my clothes. How would I explain what just happened if someone came into the area from the garage entrance, which was right there, and saw me like this?

I left the dogs outside and ran into the public bathroom down the hall. When I saw myself in the mirror, I stood there, shocked by my dreadful appearance – some crazed, deranged person covered in wine. The visual of everything that had just happened flashed through my mind.

I busted out laughing, harder than I had laughed in a very long time. It was unbelievable, To me, it seemed so evident that the cockroach had sensed my thoughts. He clearly showed me that size does not matter when it comes to showing power. I was terrified of that tiny little roach. I also realized the cockroach was probably just as afraid of me. Why else would the little fella do that?

I washed as much of the wine off as I could from my clothes and hair, knowing I had to let my dogs back into the building from the empty courtyard which I still had never made it to.

I realized I would have to pass the cockroach to let my dogs back inside the building. In that moment, it was the longest hallway imaginable. I became filled with fear and hesitated to move. Would it attack me, again?

I had to muster up the courage somehow. My dogs wanted to come back inside and considering I am their human who takes care of, protects, and feeds them, it was my duty to face my fear of the cockroach and let them back into the building.

I took a deep breath, gathered up the fake-it-till-you-make-it courage and scurried past the roach. I opened the back door quickly so all three of us, dogs and human, could run down the hall back to the elevator. I entered the elevator with such sweet relief, turned around to punch my floor, and saw the unmoved cockroach glaring at us as the doors shut to the elevator – a final stare-off. The elevator proceeded to take us back up to the safety of the 15th floor. I began laughing when I realized in that night, I had become a cockroach.

Think about it, I scurried past the cockroach as if it were a giant 1000 times my size! It seemed obvious the roach must have felt the same to warrant attacking me that night. Maybe it felt my thoughts. Why else would it attack me? Animals, in general, only attack when they feel threatened. Right?

Upon safely entering my new apartment, I decided to look up the symbolic meaning of the cockroach. I thought perhaps there was a lesson to be learned – Google, “cockroach symbolism,” enter.

I guess you could say I became one with the cockroach that night via an unexpected metamorphosis at 3435 Westheimer Road in Houston, Texas – a place where Marilyn Monroe too once stayed for a short while and maybe once also met one of the roach’s ancestors, who knows! Anything is possible.

After a year, I upgraded my apartment, moved into a two-bedroom next door, and found a roommate. Two years later, I upgraded again. We rented one of the larger studios on the 15th floor with four bedrooms, three baths, and the most fantastic view of all of Houston. It took nearly two full days to move all of my stuff from the 9th floor, and since my roommates were out of town, I did most of it alone except for the heavy furniture, which a moving company I hired to resolve. It was thrilling to move into the 3000 square foot, beautiful new apartment.

When I finally moved the last load up into the new space, I decided it was time to take the dogs out to relax with them for a while down in the courtyard on the bottom floor. I poured a massive glass of red pinot noir, called the dogs over (no leash), and we made our way down the elevator to the first floor. The elevator doors opened, and the dogs ran down the hallway past the fitness center walled with windows to the back door. They waited for me to catch up. I opened the door, and the dogs ran outside. But I paused and did not follow. There in the doorway was a huge cockroach staring at the open door. The dogs never even flinched. Knowing the roaches’ intentions to enter the building, I quickly shut the door so that the cockroach could not come in. Though I quickly shut the door, the roach came in from under the door by flattening its body to do so. Impressive.

I stood there inside the door staring at the roach now inside the building while still holding my large-pour glass of wine. The cockroach turned left and ran up the wall. My thoughts were not kind. I imagined how many baby roaches it could produce and felt perhaps I should have stepped on it when it came inside. The cockroach is lucky that I have reverence for all life forms, but my thoughts were not very respectful at the moment. I have never liked the roaches. They give me the creeps. My thoughts were impure, and I am quite sure the cockroach, by the way, it turned and looked at me once it arrived up the wall, knew what I was thinking. We were in a stare-off. The roach turned around and moved halfway back down the wall. Now we were both at eye-level.

Suddenly, in a split second, the roach flew from the wall and into my face. Startled, I screamed and jumped. The big glass of red wine was now over the top of my head and covered my face. I had poured the entire glass of wine onto my head. I was in disbelief about what had just happened.

Red-Wine-Spill

I stood there in the hallway in shock, dripping with dark red wine. I thought, “Oh my God, what if someone comes and sees me like this?” The wine was all over the wall, mailboxes behind me, floor, and my clothes. How would I explain what happened?

I left the dogs outside and ran into the public bathroom down the hall. When I saw myself in the mirror, I stood there in disbelief. It was pitiful. I looked like some crazed, deranged person standing there with wine all over her. Then the visual of everything that had just happened flashed through my mind. I busted out laughing, harder than I had laughed in a very long time. It seemed so evident that the roach had sensed my thoughts. He clearly showed me that size does not matter when it comes to showing power. I was terrified of that tiny little roach. I also realized the cockroach was probably just as afraid of me. Why else would the little fellow do that?

I washed as much of the wine off as I could from my clothes and hair. I realized I had to let my dogs back in. I had never even made it out to the courtyard with them!

I paused to see where the roach had moved. The cockroach was in the middle of the glass halfway down the hall, seemingly waiting. My dogs were staring at me and waiting at the door. I would have to pass the roach to get to the door to let the dogs inside. I became filled with fear and hesitated to walk down the hallway past the cockroach. Would it attack me again? I wondered why I so afraid.

I took a deep breath to gather up the courage to save my dogs and scurried past the roach. I quickly opened the back door, and all three of us, dogs, and humans ran down the hall to the elevator. I entered the elevator with relief and turned around to see the unmoved cockroach as the doors shut. Again, we were in a stare-off. The elevator proceeded to take us back up to the safety of the 15th floor. I began laughing. I had a moment of realization that I had become the roach.

I had scurried past him as if it were an alien five times my size! I wondered how the roach must have felt to warrant the attack. The truth is that my thoughts had become impure while I stood there looking at the cockroach in the hallway. He must have felt it. Why else would the roach attack me? Animals, in general, only attack when they feel threatened. It was then that I decided to look up the symbolic meaning of the cockroach. I thought perhaps there was a lesson to be learned.

The roach symbology also offers the chance to acknowledge gratitude for our ability to survive and adapt. They are quick to move and have a strong will to live. They act with precision to protect themselves from danger. The cockroach is a fantastic creature! I then realized how many trials and tribulations I have overcome in my life. I am pretty quick on my feet when faced with adversity. I have survived multiple losses – a husband, a father, grandparents, a dear friend. Grief is no stranger to me. I suddenly began to feel an overwhelming appreciation for cockroaches and some gratitude for the little guy who not only taught me a lesson that size does not matter but that humility is essential as well.

No one saw me that evening standing there in the hallway reeking of red wine, except for me in my mind’s eye. In reflection, I could not stop laughing when I saw myself and the series of events that led me to have red wine dripping down from the top of my head. I saw myself as a bewildered Carrie from a horror movie starring a young Sissy Spacek in the 1970s.

I guess you could say I became one with the cockroach at 3435 Westheimer Road, where Marilyn Monroe once also lived. I had experienced a metamorphosis.

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