Thursday, July 19, 2012

I Killed My First Roach (In The Middle Of The Night With No One Around)

Don't laugh at me. I've seen roaches in my past. They always seemed to come out of nowhere with their ugly little bodies. Then they'd frighten me into running for help. Most times help would come, but anger would come too. Whoever came to my rescue would be mad that I couldn't do that task myself. The task was killing the roach, but my fear would not allow me to accomplish it. However, in the middle of the night it happened.

It was approximately 1:00 A.M. and I was slightly thirsty. As I was getting a drink out of the corner of my eye I saw some tiny thing moving. As I turned I realized it was a roach. I ran, but there was no one to help. No one was around to kill it. Actually everyone was asleep, so I hopped in the bed hoping for a miracle. After two minutes I realized that miracle would not come. It would still be  crawling when I woke up tomorrow.

Perhaps it would be chilling in the living room waiting for me to come out. Maybe it would find it's way into my room and wait by my bedside for me to wake up. Worst case scenario is it would be waiting in the tub for when I took my shower. None of these could happen. I couldn't allow it. If I hopped in a shower and a roach was there it would definitely be the end of my life. So I acted upon  instinct.

The instinct was to kill it by all means. By all means meant grabbing my shoes and taking care of business. By the time I got the courage to leave my room the roach had me it into the bathroom. I realized that my worse possible fear could come true if it did not die in the middle of the night.

The roach stood still somewhere near the toil. My shoes were ready for stepping activity, but my body was shaking. I couldn't step on it. I was too nervous. However, in the same bathroom was roach spray. That was plan B. I grabbed the roach spray and aimed. It ran. I aimed some more. It made it out of the bathroom and into the hallway, but then stopped running. As if fought I sprayed some more. Then I stood there watching it die. That was the easy part.

They say insects are dead once they roll on their backs. This roach rolled over on its side. I wasn't sure. However, I grabbed a broom and dust pan in anticipation to get it out of my sight. My fear made it hard to pick up that nasty little creature though. Seriously for 20 minutes I stood there getting up the nerve to sweep it into the dust pan and toss it in the trash. Finally the courage came and I acted fast.

But wait... forget about all the fear surrounding the circumstances. I did it with no help. I killed my first roach. As this was accomplished no one in the house woke up to see what all the commotion was about or why lights were turned on. It is a good thing too because they would not be able to accept my victory as well as I was able to. I killed my first roach. I'm proud of myself. Now as some of you are getting ready to wake up soon, I'm about to get a couple hours of sleep in before preparing for work.

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