Cockroach

I had just gotten out of the shower. I was standing in front of the mirror getting ready when I saw something large move out of the corner of my eye. As I jumped back and spun around I saw the biggest cockroach ever. Huge. It was crawling slowly down my shower curtain as if it owned the place. Breaking out of my terror stricken freeze, I started trying to figure out how the hell I was going to kill this thing. Obviously I couldn’t step on it. Finally I resigned to the fact that I would have to deal with feeling this enormous cockroach crunch in my hand and went to get some paper towels.

Thankfully his pace didn’t pick up and he was still within reach when I raced back into the bathroom. I took a deep breath and prepared to strike. I moved quickly, but I didn’t get him in my grip. He dropped to ground and raced between my legs and out of the bathroom. I could actually hear its feet clicking against the floor as it moved into the hallway.

With the cockroach grounded I changed back to classic squashing. Except I was barefoot. I darted into my room, grabbed a shoe, and lunged into the hallway. A thud, crack, and pop later, I reclaimed ownership of my apartment, for now at least.