but what if there were more to this.

i'm finally done sprucing up my room.
i've wiped,mopped,thrown,dust,vacuumed,sweat,swear,sneeze.



and amidst all that chaos, i saw something.
something brown. or was it black?
something disgusting.
yeap, you know what it is.

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a cockroach.

i stood still for a second and ran to the kitchen to grab the poison thingy that kills it.

ahh. the pesticide. i forgot that word for a moment.

and it flipped and flopped around while i sprayed the pesticide onto it.

i was feeling a little sorry for it. cause i watched the "bee movie" online yesterday and there was this part that the bee was saved from being killed from a kind soul.

too bad im not a kind soul. i'm sorry. i just can't stand them.

soon after it died, i went to the kitchen and asked mum to clear it for me.

she refused!!! she asked me to sweep it and put it on the dust collecter.

i tried, but it remained stuck onto the floor and when i brushed the broom against it, it's wings spread and from afar, it looked like it was melting or something.

mum laughed and still refused.

so finally, i vacuumed it *evil grin*