i stepped on a cockroach today,
rather, i squashed and squeezed the living daylights and innards out of the unsuspecting insect on my way to the bathroom,
as usual, i didn't bother to switch on the lights, and stomped on the poor fella, i actually felt the squish, although i thought i had stepped onto a piece of date or something initially, in the end, what's left of the roach was just a messy pulp of gooey shit
i think it was pay back time for all the epic battles i lost in the past - chasing after cockroaches with a roll of paper and kipas sate,
but, what a way to go huh,
and i obviously need a life