Basket.

Here, here, little cockroachieeeeee...

Yes, yes, encounters with my old nemesis (is there a plural for this word?) is responsible for this title. I've been afraid of those dirty, brown, disgusting six-legged buggers since when? Blast.

Blame it on the frickin Zihao. I mentioned to him casually that as I was returning from Ghim Moh after dinner I saw a cockroach at the void deck and was kinda freaked. Then I need to go to the toilet. At 8.15pm, so it is dark and all. So Zihao tells me to be careful as I might see a cockroach. I laugh it off.

Oddly, the toilet light is not on. I flick the switch, enter somewhat cautiously, and what do I see scurrying about on the floor? My dear old friend. I beat a hasty retreat upon sight of the beastly creature of my worst nightmares.

That idiot. So many past weeks he don't open his big mouth, I at night go toilet, no incident. Then today he talks about it, and it really happens. The hell.

We had plenty of close encounters of the third kind with similarly winged fiends, albeit much smaller and far more harmless ones. We mercilessly slaughtered them nonetheless.

An evening of fun and games with our three-segmented, winged and tremendously irritating brethren was then appropriately closed with my final rhyming salutory couplet to Zihao: "Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite". The hell with it, I hope they bite him all the harder.=)