Thursday, July 24
A question
What is the worst possible thing that could happen when you’re shampoo-ing halfway in a shower?
Well, for me, one of the worst possible thing happened just a few hours ago. Exactly when I was shampoo-ing halfway.
There is a roach, a BIG one, about the size of my whole fat thumb when I stretch it out longer on purpose. That is not the crappiest part.
The crappiest part is, the roach have to be between you and the door to safety and ironically very near a roach poison trap.
I approach my towel cautiously in slow-mo while observing the roach altogether because it is kind of near the roach, how big can my toilet be anyway. If it made any big movement, I will scream and jump and cry and slip and fall or something. So anyway … I had to wrap myself up safely with the towel and wait for the right time.
I observe the roach movements and IF BY ANY CHANCE I ALWAYS HOPE NOT! The back of the roach stretched up wide and ready to fly position. I am ready to scream and jump and cry and slip and fall or something before I can be calm enough to reach for the shower and try to shoot the bastard thing down.
Luckily for me this time, it didn’t fly.
Because it was freaking in between me and the door to my own safety, for me to jump over to the door and unlock it ( at times take more than a few seconds usually ), it has to happen in less than 1 second, who knows if the roach will go gah gah and run about everywhere when it hears the jump and the door opening.
I buck up some courage and that is just what I did, and LUCKILY, the door didn’t take long to unlock this time.
My usual pest buster was summoned to army, and there is only a younger brother around, who don’t seem to be very fond of roaches of this size either. But being a non-gay man, he had to do what he had to do. Destroy the bastard.
He piles up pieces of newspapers together, thick enough so he won’t feel too much. Instead of smacking the roaches into many little pieces of legs and a head over here and wings over there ( so glad ) he use the newspapers like tissue and just grab the roach and dump it into the chute behind the kitchen.
Although that is the end of my stupid freaking unwanted adventure, my heart is still pumping hard now at the thought of the bastard roach. It ‘made’ my day/night.
