A Roach

Last week I had a roach in my room. That’s not blog-worthy, but what happened afterward is. I thought it’s a test of my independence and decided to find a way to get it out of the room. first, I unsuccessfully tried to trap it in a cap. I didn’t succeed in that, so I resorted to violence. The roach ran to my bathroom and I threw my boot on it.

I almost fell and needed to grab something to stabilize myself, the roach ran and the boot landed far from it. But as I tried to recover and take another go at it, I couldn’t help but notice the absurdity of the situation. Supposed I was to fall and be somehow injured by that, it would’ve been one of the stupidest ways possible to get a new scar. I laughed for a minute, dropped the boot again, and called pest control.