Insect Murderer

One day, when I socked in the bathtub, a small cockroach jumped into my eyesight. It was creeping on the wall of the bathroom. I can say that it is one of the small species of cockroaches or like just a baby cockroach. At that time I was soaking a half of my body for a long. I was unseeingly drifting my eyes on the wall in the fainting consciousness. I usually don’t kill insects. On the contrary I even respect them. It is the creature that has its own unordinary shape and that has existed on the earth from ancient times as a human being’s senior. But I can’t stand cockroaches because of their arrogant behavior and nonchalant attitudes; as if they are not afraid of anything.



That cockroach was very small anyway. I was going to allow its existence. However there was an indication that he (a bad thing is always “he” for me!) was approaching to my towel hooked on the wall. I instantly thought that I had to kill him. But with what??? If I make bad decision about what I have to pick up to kill him, it will annoy me. It would be tough to clean up his crushed body. I couldn’t find anything to suit for killing him by me. In most cases, I use a rolled newspaper to hit cockroaches or a beer bottle. I can throw away the rolled newspaper into a trash can after hitting them or I can wash the beer bottle to wipe up the filth that was overflowed from their body after I hit them. And what’s more, I can enjoy it when I consider how I hit cockroaches without ruining the bottle or how much power I need to hit cockroaches without breaking the bottle. I picked up a tub. It would be the worst situation if the cockroach’s crashed body stuck fast to the bottom of it. But I throw it at that cockroach because I thought there was no such a stupid cockroach in the world would die from being hit with that. That’s just warning, I thought, for not approaching my holy towel.



Anyway I throw it. I guessed the tub ran off from the cockroach. Despite my guess, the cockroach stuck on the wall and he didn’t move at all. He looked a bit flat. I was keeping looking at him for a while. The front legs started moving a little. At first, I thought it was an optical illusion. Next his head started moving step by step. The lower half of the body never moved. I murmured, “You became paralyzed on the lower part, don’t you?” He continued to writhe but only a half of the body. Actually I assumed, ”Hum, he will move in a minute!” That is a cockroach! They don’t die with such hitting. Sure enough, he began to move. Slowly at the beginning and suddenly dashed! I even felt touched. It was so nimble! He was running around on the wall as if he hadn’t had any damage from my attacking him with the tub. The anger welled up in my mind towards him again.



I filled the tub full with hot water from the bathtub and throw hot water at the cockroach forcefully. He slipped down the wall and flowed into a drain spiraling and spiraling. Then he left out of my sight. “Huh, don’t make fool of me!” I muttered, with casting a side glance at my sopping towel.