ok. i thought i would have to spend excruciating minutes counting down to DeathDayTooZeero, but right after i made the previous post, i swear, this gigantic muckingfisher of a cockroach crawled out from underneath the tv stand and swaggered right across the living floor in broad florescent light.
i spent about 20 seconds arguing with my dad whether to spray it or squash it, but entrailsphobia won out and i sprayed it and it didn't die and i sprayed some more at it and it wriggled a little but still didn't die, and dove under the second tv set. i stayed faithful to my philosophy of no entrails, so i got a full blast spray on it and decided to collect the body tomorrow morning.
then i had to mop the insecticide off the floor and meanwhile my dad fished it out kicking and biting (figuratively) and flushed it. and i realised i missed counting down and that this is probably a very bad omen for the rest of my year.
