Tuesday and a monster roach

A blurry picture of us @ a Korean cafe in Prima Tanjung (Simplace)

Lunched with a good friend, Jo.

I would love to tell you more of my day, but the strange thing is... I cannot remember much of what I did for the rest of the day... except to stay out of the way of a gigantic cockroach which had made home in our flat for a while. (It appeared in our study last night.)

Just after Ben and I had agreed that God must have allowed the ghastly creature to make its grand appearance so that I would have to go to bed earlier than usual (indeed, I ran out of the study after that encounter and went straight to bed), it flew out of nowhere, right on cue. I remember myself being stunned by its mere presence and a high-pitched shriek passing my lips. There arose such a pandemonium - as we chased it around our flat. Or rather, it may have chased us - hot on our heels. Out came the broomstick without the witch. Whack! Whack! Whack!

I wonder what our neighbours must have thought of the ghastly din upstairs.

Anyway, this was the conclusion of our battle:

After being whacked for the umpteenth time. Alas, monsters don't die so easily.

Victory!

Looks like I exaggerated on the size of the roach as well as the number of its legs when I wrote my sleeping hubby that hasty note at that time of the night. (Thought it a little cruel to wake him up just to go on a wild-roach hunt. Hoped that he would find the note in the morning. I giggled myself to sleep, imagining his reaction to the note, since he has Roach-phobia too.) I guess it goes to show that terror can really play havoc with one's eyesight.

I'm glad that I can finally enter our study again.