last night, i was in the bedroom putting away the clean clothes when the husband started calling out to me in an urgent fashion .. haiz .. so i had to scramble and see what he wanted - turned out that there was a big cockroach in the kitchen ..
it was moving kind of sluggish already and the husband sprayed it with mortein, like there's no tomorrow. i was so worried that it might crawl into the storage room and was insistent on finding something heavy to drop on it (lol) .. while i was looking for a newspaper to smack it with, the husband told me that it had crawled underneath the fridge .. argh!
so the two of us waited there like goondus, waiting for it to come out again .. me with a rolled-up newspaper and the husband with a can of mortein. hahahaha .. in the end, he said he saw it was lying on its back meaning dying liao - but it was at the back of the fridge so the husband had to use the broom handle to slowly push it out - ended up hitting his forehead on the kitchen cabinet .. haiz, so much drama for a cockroach!