I hate bugs
Part I
It was a normal night, just like any other. Little did I know about the trials I was about to face. As I walked through the guestroom heading into the bathroom to get ready for bed, I was greeted by the most unworthy of creatures: a cockAroach. Not just a cockroach, mind you- a DIRTY, FILTHY cockAroach. I squealed, but silenced myself remembering that my family was already asleep. Damnitall. Now normally in a case like this, I would run to my dad and have him take care of the problem. Unfortunately I had no choice but to battle with him uno y uno. Thinking fast I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a can of Raid. It was on baby, OH IT WAS ON.
Part II
Making sure that I was a safe distance away from my most horrific of intruders, I jumped up onto the guestroom bed, aimed, and sprayed. Yikes. I missed him and he quickly scurried away from my poison. At this point my cat came to my aid and began to chase him around the room. It was quite a sight. Luckily, this made him easier for me to track down. For awhile I thought I had lost him, but then I looked up. Apparently, roaches can do Spiderman crawls along the ceiling. GROSS!
Part Tres
He scratched his nasty legs across the entire ceiling and headed into the bathroom. This was my chance for glory. I slowly stalked my prey as he traipsed back into his point of origin (the shower drain). Finally, I was able to corner him in the shower. I sprayed what seemed to be about half the can. I had to be sure that it was over. He wiggled and squirmed. Within about 20 seconds, Mr. CockAroach was dead. Rest in peace, brother. Oh wait- nevermind. FUCK YOU! Muahahahaha.
It was a normal night, just like any other. Little did I know about the trials I was about to face. As I walked through the guestroom heading into the bathroom to get ready for bed, I was greeted by the most unworthy of creatures: a cockAroach. Not just a cockroach, mind you- a DIRTY, FILTHY cockAroach. I squealed, but silenced myself remembering that my family was already asleep. Damnitall. Now normally in a case like this, I would run to my dad and have him take care of the problem. Unfortunately I had no choice but to battle with him uno y uno. Thinking fast I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a can of Raid. It was on baby, OH IT WAS ON.
Part II
Making sure that I was a safe distance away from my most horrific of intruders, I jumped up onto the guestroom bed, aimed, and sprayed. Yikes. I missed him and he quickly scurried away from my poison. At this point my cat came to my aid and began to chase him around the room. It was quite a sight. Luckily, this made him easier for me to track down. For awhile I thought I had lost him, but then I looked up. Apparently, roaches can do Spiderman crawls along the ceiling. GROSS!
Part Tres
He scratched his nasty legs across the entire ceiling and headed into the bathroom. This was my chance for glory. I slowly stalked my prey as he traipsed back into his point of origin (the shower drain). Finally, I was able to corner him in the shower. I sprayed what seemed to be about half the can. I had to be sure that it was over. He wiggled and squirmed. Within about 20 seconds, Mr. CockAroach was dead. Rest in peace, brother. Oh wait- nevermind. FUCK YOU! Muahahahaha.