:(

There is a cockroach in my room.

I am scared. The only reason I finish them off so cruelly is because I hate being scared and they scare me. A solution to fear is to internalize it and bash the living daylights out of the cockroach, or in my case, to microwave it.

But this one was so jittery I couldn’t smack it with my mum’s cockroach-smacking-designated-spatula nor could i trap it in a microwaveable container and it crept into some dark hidey hole in my room. of which there are many. So I am camping out downstairs today.

This is awful. My room is supposed to be a happy place! With my little tykes bed! How dare any cockroach cross the threshold!

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