The Struggle

I saw him scuttering down the corridor when I just stepped out of the bedroom. One look at him and I felt disgust all through me. He has the face only a mother could love. I couldn't stop myself. I threw the piece of cloth over him and bashed his head a few times. He seemed dazed, but he is still struggling. I dragged him over to the kitchen, but he is still alive! i don't know what to do, so I took the poison I found in the kitchen and poured it over him. He continued to struggle, kicking its legs high in the air, as the poison took effect. Finally, it lay there, not moving at all. It must have been wondering why he is so hated.
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After all that struggle, I put the cockcroach in a plastic bag and threw it down the chute.

I don't know why recently, there has been so many cockcroach in the house. Must be because we are packing our stuff, and so they have to come out of hiding...;) We just took care of the ants problem in the house, and now this, it is tough