Jlag's Lair

There was a cockroach. In the bag of dried fruit. Which I had been eating from for five minutes.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m not creeped out by bugs usually, but there is something about these feral beasts that make me cringe to no end. I don’t know why, but cockroaches and crickets are the only insects that I can’t really handle.
So the packet of dried fruit had been opened. It was opened a few days ago, and I left it in a bag beside my desk in my room for about two days. After a few minutes of munching, I thought that one of the sultanas looked a bit funny. Organic even. Moving? OH GOD!!!
A LIVE FREAKING COCKROACH!!!
Yeah.
I squirmed around in my chair for a minute, not sure whether to swallow or spit out the chewed food that was still in my mouth. I opted for the latter.
I stood up and continued squirming, like a possessed man being tickled by a diseased monkey. My mind was racing - did I eat any of the roach? Were there more? Perhaps I should just end my life now before this nightmare can get worse! Finally I calmed down, realizing that if I had eaten any of the roach I would have known it. The detested insect still seemed in tact, so I promptly picked up the bag and rushed it to the kitchen where I disposed of it.
Now I feel roaches crawling on me, I see flickers of insect legs in the shadows… Nowhere is safe…