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I killed my first cockroach. As I moved out of the parental home at a pretty late stage in life, I still go through stuff I’ve never done on my own. It was only a few months ago that I fixed my first lightbulb. The kangaroo had to teach me how to use the washing machine when I moved into his pouch in Singapore. Don’t worry, since then, I’ve been quite the domestic goddess.

Today, it was a disgusting critter that has been haunting the shoe box. Yesterday I spotted it scuttling around the fridge, so I left the door ajar for two hours, hoping it would escape.

This afternoon, this black ghoul was running up and down the wall next to the desk while I was pretending to focus on my Japanese homework.

I grabbed a plastic bag and slammed my fist on it. It didn’t die immediately. To which I screamed and screamed as it struggled without one leg — amputated by my clumsiness. Out of horror, I smashed it again and tossed it into a another plastic bag with a shudder.

It’s better this way….than to have this pest sculking around my futon at night. It’s moments like these I wish the kangaroo was around, but I’m not sure about how he deals with cockroaches. He’s not big on blood, but good with electronics.

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