By Adriana Ramos // Mosaic Staff Writer
Last night was terrible. Just like the night before was. Both nights actually, were intruded upon by the same perpetrator.
I’ve only ever seen cockroaches in the South, never in California and certainly not in the valley of Napa, where I’m from.
We finally bonded though, through shrieking and only much later laughing out of disgust. The girls of Mosaic did it, if only because of revolting insects.
Our dorm Mom, Leslie joined in too. (In the screaming. And even though I hope to laugh about it as soon as I get to my cockroach-free room back home, I think it was meant to happen.
“Calm” Chris even lived up to his name when he smashed one of the two cockroaches some of the girls encountered. No other girl was calm when the cockroaches even moved in the slightest direction. I can assure you.