Sorry arh....here's what happened just now. 1 second ago or
so.
Collegue asked for a set of old newspaper under my table, on top of
my boxes of files and I gave them to her.
when suddenly, I see a overturned big size crochcroach under the
table, nea my right foot.
at first I tot it was dead and was feeling very yucky to have to
remove it.
When I got a peice of tissue.....and move the boz under my table a
bit to provide easier access....it moved it legs. I shouted a bit
and scooted to the other end of the room.
collegue still suggest that its dead and to be safe, so this time,
I used a recycled paper to pick it up and put into my rubbish
bin.
And no. It wasnt dead and became livelier once its upright in the
rubbish bin.
I was half laughing and frieghtened and disgusted.....and colleugue
suggest to spray it with my perfume to stun it.
I sprayed perfume. But that dam thing merely run around my rubbish
bin and continue being alive.
I finally have no choice, removed the rubber tying the plastic bag
around my bin and take the whole bag, tie it up and bring it to the
back of the office where the big rubbin bin is. There.........I put
the plastic bag on the floor and stomp on the bag with my high
heels shoe until the croachoach was truly bodily splattered in that
plastic bag.
Why I had to be so ruthless....is because my collegues believes in
not killing....So its not possible to do the killing in front of
her eyes. (Its the same colleugue that sugest that perfum
stun}.
anyway, the croacoach died smelling nice.
