Haha, so there were two types of cockroaches over a course of my stay at my grandparents’. One (which I wrote about here) didn’t have wings. They would hide in their dirty places every time someone would enter the bathroom. My little sister would scream at the sight of them. I wrote this from a compassionate point of view, since I did really pick them up by the papers and threw them out but I didn’t feel like killing them. Until…

The one with the wings dared sit on a tube light and then on the face of my asleep cousin brother, when I tossed it and murdered.