So... I woke up this morning. Was all happy and stuff. As soon as I get up from bed to go to the restroom, I turn to my right and I see something-- a hideous cockroach. I get my glasses, put them, and the stupid thing is on its back trying to get off of it. I literally sat there as if I was defenseless and watched it move in circles for the next 30 minutes. Keep in mind it's still on its back. I grabbed a piece of old school work paper that I don't need just in case if I decided to kill it. It boggles my mind how they end up on their backs. I Googled it. Their legs get tired and they kind of just... roll over... and die from starvation... Also, it's weird because whenever a cockroach decides to pay me a visit, they all
die in the same exact area. Anyway, everytime it would attempt to get back on its feet, I would gasp but it never succeeded. The struggle is real... The cockroach was near the door, so I couldn't open it to call my family to kill it for me. (Actually, I could have but decided not to because I chickened out.) So I grabbed my cell phone and called my sister (who is next door of my room.
But it was like 6:20 AM... So everyone is still sleeping) but she didn't answer. Then I call my dad (who is also next to my room. Fun fact: My room is between my parents' room and my sister's room. My sister is on the left and my parents are on the right) and he answered. He sounds half asleep. When I told him there was a cockroach, he was all like, "That cockroach be sturrin' at chu," and also told me to man up, which he teased me about. He ended up coming to my room and killed it with ease. He picked it up with an old piece of paper, threw it away, and went back to bed. I love my daddy.
I hate bugs. Don't judge.