In the dim light I watched him closely as he ate an apple. He’d evaded me many times—but this time was different. He was never going to pester me again. I sneaked up as quite as a cat in the night; he’d never know what hit him. I was clutching my weapon of choice. I held my breath as I raise it, and then brought it down hard and swift on my victim’s head.
He made no noise, but I knew he was no more.
I made haste to clean my weapon and dispose of the body.
That cockroach was never going to eat my apples again.
2009
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Yuck! Ha ha ha, that's gross but funny. I'm sorry you have to put up with cockroaches in your house. Those are some of the most disgusting bugs ever! Thanks for the critique and explaining that interesting piece of history. Maybe I'll steal your idea and use it too. :) God bless.
