What would make a person suddenly tensed up, ran away from her chair (she was sitting), picked up one of the toys (weapons) scattered on the carpet while looking around on extraordinarily-high alert? You know, that time as if your house was invaded by invisible aliens?
A flying cockroach.
Heck. Why the hell do they have to exist?!
I am ok with friendly running cockroaches who just run on the floor as if the human who are standing next to them are too insignificant to earn their attention. I even had cockroaches crossing the road together with me twice! Seriously, these creatures.
The flying ones though, they are evil. Something goes haywire in their little brains perhaps, they would just go berserk within a confined space (no space is large enough when you have these nuts in the same room with you I tell ya). You would run away, until that one cockroach who is resting on the white door (rest for 2 seconds la cockroach gets tired too) becomes a little black spot. Because you still cannot stand that little black spot, as no you will not believe it will stay still forever, you move your body and use whatever obstructions in front of you to hide that little black spot so you will not see it anymore.
Then you regret it immediately. As you poke your little head out the thing is gone. Yakkkkkks. A gone flying cockroach in a pretty confined space is the worst thing to happen, ever. So you brace yourself for the sudden attack of this devil and run away to get the FUMAKILLA AEROSOL-T, your greatest weapon which you cannot afford to run out of.
For me, killing needs a lot of consideration. It won't be on my must-do list even when I am face to face with a flying cockroach. I will see whether it will fly away (80% of the time this is being too optimistic). But sorry cockroach, I have to spray that on you this time. I don't know how does it feel to get poisoned like that, but I have to knock you out.
Sorry for me being a human. T.T
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