Okay. I just spent the past 5 minutes screaming and running away from a huge cockroach which came crawling into my house. No, make that a huge FLYING cockroach. Me, Mommy and Fiona just stood there half terrified so we woke Daddy up to spray Baygon at it. Yah, pathetic, I know.

Anyway Daddy sprayed it and the damn cockroach just flew to the ground. It wanted to crawl and hide away so Daddy threw the rug over it and freaking stomped on it! Wah lao! Wasted a perfectly good rug! After a while, he lifted up and you know what? I was expecting to see a pile of cockroach mush but the lil bugger was still alive! I think Daddy didn't stomp directly on it. But it was half suffocating from the Baygon already. And it was writhing and twisting on the floor, it's feelers and legs flicking feebly. Quite poor thing lah.

But seriously, I don't really give a damn. Hate bugs. I cannot live without Ana or Daddy. Cos I'll be the one screaming and they'll be the ones catching or spraying the insect. Yes I KNOW. PATHETIC.