My 243th post, and this time, it's about a roachy attack.
Yes. My household has just unfortunately suffered from (yet?) another cockroach attack. This time, the crime scene was located at my parent's bedroom. Ew. Anyway, so I was just getting ready to brush my teeth when all of a sudden, my mum said really calmly(Weird for a woman with insectophobia/entomophobia) that there was a cockroach in the bedroom. Erlack. As usual, the man of the household bravely gathered up his roach-killing gear, (this time it was a cardboard pole-like thinghy and a torchlight), and bravely stepped into the battle zone. After much hunting around, the roach was detected and sparks flew (Well more like sounds of grunting and stick-slapping) and hoorah! The groachy-roachy was killed. Muahahahahahaha.The cockroach was then dumped and we all lived happily ever after. Amen. Chyea right. Once a roach is found, always expect to find more. And I have to stay at home ALONE for half of the day with an army of roaches who may somehow be plotting their revenge already. I'm already shivering in my knickers just thinking about it.
So yes. If there's anyone who can offer me a ticket out of roachville, please do. I'm really desperate.
Anyway, I am now going to share with all of you my run-ins with roaches since I was a young girl.
The first one was located in the bathroom, with one of my family members spotting the roach near the shower curtains first. After much searching, we declared that the roach had simply flew out of the window to safety (mum said that they wouldn't stay around to get killed. Huh.). So I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the toothbrush holder to grab my toothbrush when I came face to face with the roach. Just sitting there. Twitching it's feelers at me, as if it were already victorious.
Of course, what followed up next was a series of screaming (all the roach attacks/invasions did) and then *spleuchh* as the roach was killed.
The second one was in the house too, with my sis seeing a roach scurrying by the bathroom when she was peeing in the morn'. All of us simply assumed that she was still groggy and brushed her protests aside. Later at night, the cockroach was at my cupboard, twitching it's feelers at me. Again.
The third time was when I was buying a drink at the vending machine just before art class. Blablabla, spotted the roach, screamed, then it flew down and fluttered around and went SMACK right into my face. Omg. Can you imagine the feeling of some gazillion year old creature which has been around since prehistoric times smacking right into your face? All hard-shelled and stuff?!?
Yup. The next time, it was the same vending machine, same scenario, only that it was a moth that time.
And yes, now today's cockroach invasion can be counted as the fourth, only that it wasn't me who discovered it.
And so, I end today's post in a conclusion that I might just have a great affinity with insects/roaches. However, if we do count today's invasion, I do believe that the roachy curse of mine might be broken already! All the best mum.
P.s I hope the roaches won't decide to attack me or whatever if they ever read this.
P.p.s I just bought a snow white dvd today. It's the restored version with never-seen before stuff &etc.
That's just the kind of hardcore Disney fan that I am.
posted by parquish @ 9:58 PM
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