Hello,



Thanks a lot to everyone who voted! I was really surprised at the results O:

I checked the polls in the morning before going to school and I had already thought it was already Kitty's defeat. Ryan was leading by few numbers. Hours passed by and I had completely forgotten about the tournament. Until after school.

Thank you.

Really.


But you're probably waiting for the "interesting event" (see previous journal). Actually, it's more like a whole new creepy experience.

Damn, and I promised that I'll write it up most awesomely, too. Well, I'll try my best anyway! ... Maybe it's not really an awesome event after all.


One fine evening, I was lounging about in my room with my sisters. (I love my room. It has everything I need, save for food) My older sister went into the toilet and came back out almost immediately. She spoke of an unspeakable horror.




"There's a cockroach in the sink."







Shut up! Don't laugh at me!

Anyway.

Naturally, I went to check it out. I didn't see any, until I took a closer look inside the sink... and I saw a pair of familiar antennas from the sink's drain. Then a huge black body popped out.

It was crawling out of my sink! What the hell?!

With a girly scream I backed off. I hugged the door. (My door-hugging experience: Cold and painful)

Within seconds, it made its way to the surface, poking its long sticky antennas around my toothbrush... the tissue box... the toothpaste... *brrr*

I was in a toilet, and the only "weapon" I had in mind was water. (I wonder what made me think that I could kill a cockroach like that?) So I sprayed it with water and cornered it with toiletries. I stopped spraying. Wanted to see if it was still moving.

And, guess what? It was STILL moving! With its fast-moving legs, it dragged its slimy body back out in the open. Well, you definitely can't stop a cockroach with just water...

So, giving up on water, I dropped the shower hose and decided to grab the ultimate weapon that one can have in a toilet...

A PAIL!!!

That's right. A pail!

I told my younger sister to keep watch of the cockroach, in case it runs out of the toilet while I grab the pail. Quickly enough, I got a hold of the pail and smashed the living hell out of the cockroach, screaming.

I stopped after a few hits. I stared at the roach. Was it dead? Was it still alive?

IT WAS STILL ALIVE.



My last resort? I cut off its head with the pail, smashed it a bit more, and dropped the roach down the drain. I placed weights on the drain's opening.

My lavatory is no longer as safe as before...



Don't get me wrong. I'm fine with spiders, lizards, and slugs, but... cockroaches? No. Just no. Don't tell me that it was just innocently barging into my toilet and infecting my toothbrushes with whatever it had stepped on. It was scary D:

Actually, if you asked me what was so scary about the cockroach, I don't know. Maybe it's the black glossy exoskeleton. Shiny bugs always creep me out. Maybe it's the long, sticky-looking antennas. I don't know. They just scare me.

So how was your experience with cockroaches? Or maybe with other little insects that you dislike slightly more than any other?



From now on, I'm not going to take a shower without checking for cockroaches...