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[Error: unknown template qotd]When I was a teenager, my parent's porch was wood-panelled and, being in Florida, we had roaches. BIG roaches. Big FLYING roaches (That detail will be important later).
I would go on a killing spree from time to time, spraying with mad glee, trying to exterminate as many as I could without poisoning myself. One of the bastards, in a kamikaze attack, flew at my head. I ducked, make the appropriate girly-screechy sounds and continued my murderous quest for a few more minutes. A little while later, I was in the bathroom, getting ready to take a shower. I step in front of the mirror and what do I see? That nasty FLYING cockroach waving his antennae merrily at me... from atop my HEAD!!! More robust, primal screams were uttered, brining my mom into the bathroom to see what was killing me. I had, by this time, vaporized the errant insect and Mom had a good chuckle out of the deal.
I would go on a killing spree from time to time, spraying with mad glee, trying to exterminate as many as I could without poisoning myself. One of the bastards, in a kamikaze attack, flew at my head. I ducked, make the appropriate girly-screechy sounds and continued my murderous quest for a few more minutes. A little while later, I was in the bathroom, getting ready to take a shower. I step in front of the mirror and what do I see? That nasty FLYING cockroach waving his antennae merrily at me... from atop my HEAD!!! More robust, primal screams were uttered, brining my mom into the bathroom to see what was killing me. I had, by this time, vaporized the errant insect and Mom had a good chuckle out of the deal.
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