k vs. the invertebrates
So it's confirmed. Everytime my parents go out of town the roaches come out.
My parents were gone for the weekend. My mom left Friday afternoon and they were both back Monday evening. Yet that wasn't soon enough for the roaches. Sunday evening I come home, a bit antsy cus I'd just finished watching Ju-On (The Grudge) at work. Dude... I think Grudge is a bad translation cus that's one hell of an understatement...
Back to the subject at hand. I come home and I hear rustling in the kitchen. I'm thinking to myself, the hell? I thought I was watching Ju-On; not the Ring. Well, using my Green Lantern training I head into the kitchen since "no evil shall escape my sight". Meanwhile my training as a black man in a horror movie was telling me "Get the hell out of there! We can still make it if it's not the first five minutes!"
This was who was waiting for me
I go inside the kitchen and sure enough this huge behind palmetto bug is sitting there.. watching me, waiting for me. I take a step forward and he scurries back a step from his perch on the counter. "He can sense your ill intent", the voice in my head says. So I quickly banish all emotion, all thought from my mind. It pauses. I examine it. Antaenne like black steel. Wings as dark knight. Eyes glowing red, Jewels from the pit of hell itself. I slowly reach for the spray under the sink and am about to go for it. Then it moves back a bit. So I act like young Leonidus when he went against the Wolf.
I back away as if I've lost interest. It comes closer. The giant roach... sniffing; savoring the scent of the meal to come. I reach for something to the side of it as if that was my intent all along. I knock the thing over and the roach flies forward. I fall back spraying as I do. The roach drops to the floor, writhing in shock. It then tries to run away I follow it. Watching it. Waiting for it. It is not fear that grips me. Merely a restlessness. A heightened sense of things. The feel of the air conditioning, kissing the hair at the back of my arms. The sound of the roach as it even now hustles away in fear of it's life. I raise the can of RAID. My hand is steady. My form... perfect.
And so I emerged... a roach slayer. Your Roach slayer... kShaw!
3 roaches. A toilet load of moths.
My parents were gone for the weekend. My mom left Friday afternoon and they were both back Monday evening. Yet that wasn't soon enough for the roaches. Sunday evening I come home, a bit antsy cus I'd just finished watching Ju-On (The Grudge) at work. Dude... I think Grudge is a bad translation cus that's one hell of an understatement...
Back to the subject at hand. I come home and I hear rustling in the kitchen. I'm thinking to myself, the hell? I thought I was watching Ju-On; not the Ring. Well, using my Green Lantern training I head into the kitchen since "no evil shall escape my sight". Meanwhile my training as a black man in a horror movie was telling me "Get the hell out of there! We can still make it if it's not the first five minutes!"
This was who was waiting for me
I go inside the kitchen and sure enough this huge behind palmetto bug is sitting there.. watching me, waiting for me. I take a step forward and he scurries back a step from his perch on the counter. "He can sense your ill intent", the voice in my head says. So I quickly banish all emotion, all thought from my mind. It pauses. I examine it. Antaenne like black steel. Wings as dark knight. Eyes glowing red, Jewels from the pit of hell itself. I slowly reach for the spray under the sink and am about to go for it. Then it moves back a bit. So I act like young Leonidus when he went against the Wolf.
I back away as if I've lost interest. It comes closer. The giant roach... sniffing; savoring the scent of the meal to come. I reach for something to the side of it as if that was my intent all along. I knock the thing over and the roach flies forward. I fall back spraying as I do. The roach drops to the floor, writhing in shock. It then tries to run away I follow it. Watching it. Waiting for it. It is not fear that grips me. Merely a restlessness. A heightened sense of things. The feel of the air conditioning, kissing the hair at the back of my arms. The sound of the roach as it even now hustles away in fear of it's life. I raise the can of RAID. My hand is steady. My form... perfect.
And so I emerged... a roach slayer. Your Roach slayer... kShaw!
3 roaches. A toilet load of moths.