Good news! I am officially unafraid of cockroaches. At least for a night. Ok, it was actually quite an unfortunate incident. In fact, I found out that anger was more prevalent than fear because that was almost how I felt last night. To cut a long story short, I walked into the kitchen wanting a drink but was lazy to switch on the lights so while walking in, I stepped on something crunchy. It felt like I just stepped on some silvery copper kind of paper and so I was wondering why was there something on the floor and I didn't notice it. After thinking about it for some time, I tried to take a look at what was it and behold, it was something black and oval-ish and looks like a particular disgusting insect which we call cockroach! Upon finishing my drink, I just went to the bathroom again and washed my feet. Because I was kind of pissed over something else, I didn't really bother about that stupid thing which happened to be in my way when I walked. In fact, I was more worried that the cockroach was not dead and it would find it's way to my bed and would be the first thing I see when I wake up. Anyway, I think most people would be totally freaked out when such things happened to them. I guess I would too, if it was under normal circumstances but well, it was not exactly normal yesterday. So, I've recounted my cockroach killing experience. Don't you guys think I'm brave?
