AaaaRrrrGgghhhhhhh!That was a scream, of high frequency and amplitude. For those physics idiots (like me), that simply meant a high pitched and ultra high volume scream. It was the same scream that escaped my lips, my mouth and my throat, when I spotted a humoungous, filthy, disgusting, and most importantly, MOVING,
cockroach resting comfortably in one of the small bowls parked beside the basin.
IT WAS ONE FREAKING COCKROACH, CAN!!
I did not know why I screamed in the first place. I was alone that time. And usually when I'm alone, the maximum I'd do is to let out a small gasp. I must have looked like a big time idiotic moron for screaming at the COCKROACH and dashing out of the kitchen, before turning around to close that kitchen door so that THE COCKROACH would be seggregrated away, and nested right ont the sofa, taking extra care to make sure none of my body parts touched the floor. In case,
just in case, the COCKROACH managed to overcome that barrier of a door and attack me.
I'm scared of many things. I'm scared of spiders snakes bugs insects - basically all that slithers and unfriendly creatures; I'm scared of heights speed and all that makes my head spin. But nothing, I reinstate, NOTHING, frighten me like cockroaches do.
They are so dirty, filthy, hideous, gross, disgusting, nauseating creatures that seemingly have NO other PURPOSES on earth other than to terrorize me.
Lucky for me, seowqj reached at almost a perfect time and got rid of that filthy and hideous-looking bug. If not, I wouldn't be able to eat my rice because my whole bowl of rice was left in the kitchen when I ran for my life.
