I met her at the door with two tissues in my hand and saw, there on the bathroom floor, my arch-nemesis: it was William, the little cockroach who likes to scuttle over my bare feet in the dark and greets me every morning by hanging out on the wall next to the light switch. He's only about the size of a quarter and lightning-quick, with feelers twice as long as his body that flail in every direction.
We... are sworn enemies.
The tissues engulfed him like a white circus tent, but before I could lay a well-aimed smackdown all over his crunchy little exoskeleton with the heel of my foot, he shot through the bathroom door and promptly became invisible somewhere near the kitchen garbage can. I was pissed. A new strategy was developed:
Oh, it's on.
5 comments:
OH MAN!
I've been trying to remember what this game was called! Thanks!
Bugger the fact that we've all got finals today - Arie, Max, Matt, Steve and I have been playing it pretty much constantly for the last 72 hours.
Madagascar can go to hell!
hahahahaha that's fantastic! Cockroaches are disgusting. There used to be nasty huge bugs in my dorm room freshman year, I'm sure glad that's over with.
Go Will! He'll survive any Pandemic... He's a Roach... the toughest Strongest Bugger there is.
-Anon
Oh, it's on.
Is it ever ever.
But then, we've known that for a while now, haven't we, Little Nikki?
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