An unwelcome visitor in my NOLA apartment...

I think it's fun to share anecodotes from my days in Louisiana. This one will not be accompanied by photos, and you'll understand why shortly.   When I was a senior at Tulane, I moved into an apartment across the street that I shared with three other girls. (The address was 1022 Broadway, which gave me the chance to tell people I'd been "on Broadway," wink, wink.) In the middle of my first night in the apartment, I woke up with a start when I suddenly heard a rustling in my room. I flipped on