Traumatised by a cockroach

I was getting ready to change this morning, when I spied a movement dashing from under by bedroom door, across my room, to my bags of shopping.

I prayed it isnt a cockroach, because the last thing I ever want to see in my room is the nasty pest.

Obviously I had been doing too many bad deeds recently, it was indeed a cockroach.

"Oh no!" I shut my eyes, hoping when I open them again the cockroach had already realise there's no food in my room and is beginning to make its way out.

But immediately I opened my eyes, I tried to see where did it go to. If it disappear behind one of the many cabinets I have, and appear in the middle of the night, I am going to freak out, if I even enter my room in the first place.


Side story: Once upon a time, I sleep in my parents room, and there was once I saw a cockroach entering the room. I screamed for someone to kill it but everyone concentrated on the stupid tv show. I am not about to share a room with a cockroach if I know it is there (those that I dont know about, dont let me know!), so I spent the next 3,4 days sleeping on the living room's sofa.

My father finally gave up on me, and carried out an extermination. He killed one roach in the process and I prefer to imagine that is the one I saw a few days back.

Ever since then, my family grew to realise, I am independent in everything I do, but when I scream for help, it is only because I sighted a roach and help must appear immediately. Like I always pout, that is the one and only thing I ask from them, so they have no reason to refuse me.


Ok, end of digression.

So I stepped out of my room, and grabbed the can of insecticide. I then began to spray unforgivingly at my shopping bags. (I dont have a habit of unpacking my shopping bags. I will grab new clothes out of bags in the morning when I need them.)

The cockroach appeared!!!

I suppressed the urge to scream, and continue chasing its movements with my insecticide. Actually I must say I am lucky that this is one stupid cockroach, because it run into a corner of a room where I have no clutter, and I could spray at it to my heart's content.

I must have emptied the contents of the insecticide. Thank god it is quite full to begin with.

When it stopped crawling, flipped over, but still waving its disgusting legs in the air, I screamed for my parents. My father came to remove the piece of crap, and my mother disapproved my mad spraying - the floor is sticky and the whole room smells.

But I dont have a problem with that at all.

The whole ordeal took 10minutes, and when it is over, I sat in the kitchen, trying to catch my breathe. I had been almost holding my breathe the whole while because I was trying hard not to scream.

And my mother had complained a hundred times how my room is a mess, and I never take the effort to sort out my clutter. She always warn/scare me that my room is definitely infested with roaches, and until I clean up, I will always be sleeping with roaches.

So far, (touch wood touch wood TOUCH WOOD) this is the first time I sighted a cockroach in my room, and it actually came from outside of my room, where there's no clutter.

Looking at it, I guess cockroaches like big and open spaces after all, and pray, please stay downstairs and have fun. I dont have much courage to keep killing them.