Cool On The Exterior, Warm Within
Guilty as charged
Saturday, September 02, 2006 @ 2:15 PM
I killed for the first time last night. Out of self-defence.
It took longer than expected before its legs stopped twitching; a while more before I could breathe easy. It had persisted for a distance of 300cm before it flipped over onto its back and did its last writhing rites. And my bro walked in, sniffed and exclaimed, "Did you use up a whole can or what?" It was probably closer to an eighth of the can of Baygon. Baygon is really a woman's best friend.
But stupid me knocked out the roach while it was trying to climb out of the bathroom, so it keeled over at the edge of the doorway, leaving me clad in a thin towel outside. I am really terrified of roaches, or any bugs that fly. But roaches are especially scary, with that pair of long feelers wriggling about. Roaches leave me paralysed in fear and have caused me sleepless nights with their presence.
So there I was, needing a shower badly but too frightened to go into the bathroom. Yes, I'm afraid of immobile roaches too. My fear stemmed more from my active imagination; Was it dead or just knocked out? Will it rouse suddenly if I were to venture in?
Today, I have been going about the house, looking out steathily for any other roaches out for revenge.
I once read somewhere that roaches have been in existence since the dinosaur age. These resilient creatures will probably outlive us after the last human has breathed his last. And one day, they might mutate and live in grand mansions ten times the size of HDB flats, with us scurrying about in dark corner crevices.
Surely, humans and roaches can't co-exist!
