8O Roach

I don't like roaches. And I saw one standing two feet away from me when I came out of the bathroom. Taking two steps backwards, I grabbed my trusty can of Raid. The roach skittered back at the same time and turned into the area where my bike was parked, cornering itself. I turned on all the lights, so I will always have a good view of where the roach can hide, and started spraying. At first it started backing into the corner and trying to climb up the wall, but it was slippery with Raid.

Now what type of roach goes towards where the Raid is spraying from? I started backing up, being not too fond of roaches, hence my violent spraying. In the end I started screaming and my mom came. She, not being a, uh..., roach-a-phobic... caught it with her bare hands.

And so now I am so paranoid that every other second I jerk my head around for another roach. And a second ago, I thought the movement of text being typed in was a roach. Now isn't that sad?

3 comments ↓

Uloma June 23, 2008 at 2:52 PM said...

My mom just steps on them with her bare feet. WTF?!

crazy for wolves June 23, 2008 at 6:18 PM said...

man you've got more guts then me, i would've thrown a shoe at it and yelled for somebody to step on it

K. H. June 24, 2008 at 8:25 PM said...

Dude, my mom just hammers 'em with her slipper. And if I see one, I have to call her over and stay with me until she can get rid of it.

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