Smack!

I was still blur. Walked into the kitchen, eyes half closed. Transfixed onto 3 moving objects, and my eyes wide opened. Heart throbbing. Nervous.

They were ugly faces and moving legs of scary cockroaches. One medium sized teenager roach and 2 babies.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

I rolled up some newspaper and killed them all!

I'm so proud of myself. Calmed and cool... I murdered them and chucked them into the bin.

When I dumped something else into the bin, the teenage roach tried to grasp its last chance to escape. Did I not kill you? I closed the lid of the bin, crushed it on the belly, leaving its head exposed.

With the help of a thick kitchen towel, I squeezed its head and it snapped into half, leaving no room for survival.

So proud of myself. I murdered them. Cool and calm.

No way they are going to have a chance to "play" with my child. Though I'm still wondering where did they come from? Roof maintenance? Lift upgrading? I wonder.

Thank God they couldn't fly.