Today, in the morning, being home by myself, I pulled a folder from a cabinet in the kitchen and one HUMONGOUS cockroach came out. I jumped. Screamed. Freaked out. And threw the folder on it. I knew it was not hit hard enough and that it woudl soon be running out. In that split second, I knew what I had to do -- I had to jump on that folder to squash it. But I couldn't move. I stood there -- frozen, nailed to the ground. It was God that lifted me and I found myself on top of the folder. I heard the sound... oh... for those who do not suffer such a phobia, you won't understand.
There in the kitchen, I stood. Now what? Leave the folder on the ground until Alan comes home? Lift up the folder and clean up the carcass?
I walked around as I couldn't decide.
Finally, I pulled a small stack of tissue and armed with tissue in one hand, I lifted the folder and threw the tissue on top of the carcass. I couldn't even look as it was still moving!!!!!!!!!!
Then, I walked around some more as I had to now use my hand to wipe the carcass up and dispose of it. The stack of tissue was not thick enough.
I won't go into all the details as if the above description has not surfficed.
But this was the first time I have actually killed a cockroach in my 54 years of life on earth!
I hope I won't have to do it again! It still freaks me out, thinking about it.
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you wimp !!!! my friend breeds them and my girls LOVE LOVE them, i get a pair of chopsticks and grab them and feed them to the girls one by one......
ReplyDeleteI don't know how you could do it. Of course, my fear comes from when you turned off the lights when I was like three years old and sitting in the bathtub. When mom turned the lights back on to get me out, there were like 5 cockroaches on me and even in my hair! I was traumatized!
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