Roaches are EVIL! EVIL! EVIL!
There was this roach in my room and I walked in and it was on the wall.
Then my brother tried to kill it.
Then it disappeared into my bed.
We took all the sheets and such off my bed and couldn't find it so we gave up.
I went back into my room to get Pajamas and it crawled out of the pile of sheets.
Shortly after it disappears.
Then my mom was like "you want to sleep on the couch?"
I would have loved to sleep on the couch but I have an irrational fear of monsters crawling out of the plumbing at night and there aren't any doors between me and the sinks if I sleep on the couch so no.
But to my mom I was just like "I don't want to."
Finally I was going to bed wrapped in a blanket since there are no sheets on my bed and it crawled out at me AGAIN!
So I beat the living pants out of it with a fly swatter.
AND IT DISAPPEARED AGAIN!
And finally it's like frack I'd rather face the plumbing monsters,
And I found the dang roach.
Half squished.
I finished the job and then got my dad to clean up the dead bug because this thing was so out to get me I was pretty sure if I got too close to it it would arise from the depths of tatarus to eat me alive.
Anyway that's why I'm really too traumatized to sleep right now.
