a sixth sense cannot make up for a complete lack of common sense
the resident
-best known as May Ching-
-09/01/1990-
-19 years 1.2 months-
-mugger/slacker/writer-
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Saturday, December 15, 2007, 12:06 am
Early this morning (way early, around 1 am), I was attacked by a loathsome creature.I was peacefully reading a novel in bed, with my bedside lamp on when I noticed something flutter out of the corner of my eye. When I glanced to the side, I spotted a HUGE bug alternately crawling and flying around my lampstand.
To my credit, I didn't wake the entire neighbourhood with my screams. Instead, I leapt off the bed in the opposite direction from the bug with a few choice swear words in English, Malay and Cantonese. (At times like these, my parents' fights come in handy in teaching me useful and appropriate vocab.)
The bug was unperturbed, saucily hovering around my Harry Potter poster and apparently trying to hump Daniel Radcliffe.
Seeing red, I seized the nearest weapon on hand (a rolled-up poster wrapped in plastic) and swung it at the offending insect. It dodged all my wild strokes easily, flying madly around the room and finally coming to rest on the ceiling, where I could not reach it.
The crazy bugger.
I lost it then. I called in the heavy artillery: my sister. Armed with my poster and she with a bumper puzzle book (nasty thick thing), we launched another assault (i.e. we waved our weapons wildly in the general direction of the bug and squealed when it got too close). Finally, the beleaguered bug dashed for cover under my bed and no amount of poking and banging could induce it to come out.
Fed up, I went back to bed, this time with the bumper puzzle book on hand to wait for it to come out and cavort in my face again. I then remembered what was so freaky about this bug: One, my mum had just only killed several similar ones that afternoon but those were tiny things; two, I recalled watching this B-grade horror movie where an entire town got devastated by a swarm of killer insects which resembled this particular monster quite closely. I wanted to shriek.
At last, the little monster showed its ugly face again, making a dive for my face. I started swinging at it with the puzzle book when suddenly, BAM! I felt the book make contact with the bug in one massive swipe and the bug fluttered to one corner of the room.
Time to dispose of it. Interestingly, it was still alive when I scooped it up into a dustpan so I decided to flush it down the toilet.
Headed to a watery grave.
The bloody insect survived two flushings and was finally gone the next morning.