It is a well known fact that I am afraid of cockroaches and the mere mention of this creature raises my goosebumps, not to say seeing them in real.
This fear began when I was 10. I remembered that I had tuition and I was there early. Sitting at the stone ledge outside the RC classroom, I was dabbling with a cup of soil which was my beansprout project.
There was a cockroach coming my way. I looked at it nonchalantly, and continue shaking my cup of soil, peering into it intently.
The next thing I know, the cockroach was barely 1 ft away from me. I moved away, and out of its path, but it came closer still.
Suddenly afraid, I backed away in another direction but it turned towards me and crawled over. With nothing to defend me, I had to sacrifice my dear beansprout. I emptied the contents in its direction, but that proved to enraged the little being.
It charged at me and began climbing up my leg!
I promise you my scream then was so loud that it must have raised a few calls to the police.
I managed to shake it off quickly enough with rigours and shakes of my leg and ever since then, they are my Achilles Heel.
There's nothing else that scares me more than cockroaches, not even centipedes, ghosts or annoying colleagues.
I am so afraid of them that I constantly have nightmares of being enclosed in a room with thousands of them.
It is not funny at all when that became a ceaseless joke at my expense, and I hate it that this single fear had become the easy last laugh by verbal sparring opponents.
Disgusting things. (Cockroaches and annoying ppl whom use cockroaches in topics against me.)
Friday, June 15, 2007
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