Return of the roaches

I have been working a lot at conquering my fear of cockroaches lately. Last night, after my return from Toubacouta, I made a big step in facing that fear. I walked into my room to find a dastardly bug crawling on my bedsheets. I swept it from my bed, after which it ran behind my brother's trunk against a wall. I grabbed my shoe (chacos make great roach stompin' shoes if anyone was curious) and prepared myself to exterminate the disgusting insect. I took a breath and pulled the trunk from behind the wall, awaiting the roach's attempt to flee- which never came. It sat curled in the corner, just waiting. Alright, well that's how it's going to be roach. That won't stop me. I hiked up my pagne (a wrap around skirt, mine is floor length) and stood on top of the trunk, readying myself for the kill. I dropped my chaco repeatedly, squishing the bug, and then closed in to bash on it a number of times. When I was done, the roach was dead, guts spilling out, no sign of moving antennae, on its back. Pleased with a job well done, I decided to wait until morning to clean up the carcass and went to sleep confidently on top of my sheet, knowing my foe's life force had been extinguished. That was my rookie mistake.

This morning I awoke to see a roach slowly limping across my bedroom floor. It can't be, just absolutely cannot be, the same bug. But I was wrong. That blasted cockroach survived! IT HAD RESURRECTED ITSELF AND WAS TRYING TO ESCAPE! I couldn't believe it, so I checked the corner where I had left my victim and, sure enough, the bug was gone. So I grabbed my chaco and commenced again, finishing off the job I believed myself to have finished the night before. I felt a twinge of remorse at killing the handicapped little roach, but also decided that this had become a mercy killing. It was dragging itself by its two weak little front legs, innards still spilling out one side. It's a miracle that it lived, but I also can't allow those pests to lurk in the dark corners of my room. Absolutely not. Do I regret what I did? No. I only regret that I didn't succeed the first time around.