Haaaaaaaaaa!!!!

AN ENCOUNTER WITH A WRONGLY WINGED INSECT

First let me just pretend I’ve got all my facts right here. Because frankly, I did no research for this neither did I have the particular urge to.

Back in the days, cockroaches did not have wings. And now they do and they don’t, pardon me, KNOW HOW TO FUCKING USE IT! And so they scramble around hitting every obstacle, including me on one recent occasion, after which I will never be the same again.

I chase it around everywhere and then I don’t see it again. Phew, it’s gone. Now I can itch that spot on my neck that’s being a bitch. And what’s that? Haaaaaaa!!! It’s the cockroach again. I thought it was fucking gone!!! Mummy!! Get the light! Ha shit I’m alone and not young, ain’t no momma coming to save me. Haaaa!!! Haaaa!!

Because apparently they also look for footholds everywhere.

And for the next few hours after that, I think it all. Cockroaches in my mouth and in my throat, all over me. And I keep remembering that scene from that stupid Truth or Dare horror movie my friends made me watch, where the girl or was it boy? Died by cockroaches. And this is, among many other similar reasons, why I don’t watch horror movies.

I had killed one winged cockroach few hours outside the house and so I was also left thinking this was some kind of revenge. It’s highly possible.

Point is... Someone tell me why the cockroaches fucking upgraded when they didn’t need it or EVEN KNOW HOW TO ADAPT TO IT??!