A Roach Story
This was back in high school or thereabouts. I was in my room, getting dressed for school. I had just slipped into my pants when I spied a cockroach on the table. I have no fear of roaches so I took one of my slippers and approached it to smash it to a pulp. As I got closer, I slowed down so that it won't be spooked into running away. I kept my eye on it, with the slipper held up to around head level, ready to swing as soon as I got into range. But the roach was smart. It turned around to face me and launched itself into the air...toward me. Taken by surprise, I tried to swat it in midair but it was too close. I felt it land on my undershirt so I dropped the slipper and tried to brush it off. It was too quick, however, and my movements failed to connect with it. Suddenly, it disappeared. I swung left and right, trying to find it but it was nowhere in sight. It had escaped but I thought, "I'll get you yet." I put my slippers on and went to the closet to get my uniform
