...cockroaches ain't my cup of milo.

Meeting two cockroaches within 24 hours. Such luck... or unluck?

Last night, after coming home from having a good time with friends, Mr. Big C decided he wanted to end my day on a high note. And indeed high pitched was the sound of my scream. I was ready to have a nice shower. Wrapped snugly in my towel, I entered the bathroom and promptly discarded my only piece of attire. When I turned around, there was Mr. Big C staring at me. Imagine my horror of seeing peeping Tom. Naturally, in my natural state of beauty, I flung open the door and ran out in my birthday suit while screaming. Fortunately no one was around except my mom. Mr. Big C was real cool. He stood his ground. But he ain't that big of a hotshot. He scuttled away like a coward when my mom sprayed him with a quarter can of shieldtox. I was happy that he died. Nope, not an ounce of remorse in me. I didn't even pay my respects. I didn't step into that bathroom again until the next morning.

I think Mr. Big C had some telepathic powers. This morning, of all days, isme_ben decided to share a bit of his life to me - the bit that involves one of Mr. Big C's family members. Apparently one of his siblings decided to pay an unannounced visit to isme_ben's home on top of his head. Hey, this was without me mentioning Mr. Big C's naughty adventure yesterday.

Also, this morning, I wanted to make myself a cup of milo in the office. But the big tin was empty. Derived of my morning milo, I then ordered milo kosong panas to go with my lunch. As I was happily stirring my milo and lifting the teaspoon up and down (thank God I never listen to my mom advice of not playing with my food, err.. drink, in this context), I spied a spy. A dead spy. It's Mr. Small C. His camouflaging was real good. I couldn't recognise him at first. Totally same colour as my milo. Only with confirmation from my fellow colleagues could I verify that he was a young relative of Mr. Big C. Ugh... I could still feel the bile rising up. (OK, stop thinking about it!)

This brought me back to last year's situation at office P. That was a horrible time for me. It took me a number of weeks to gain back my sense of peace working there.

Any suggestions on how I can overcome my fear of cockroaches? Eww... even typing the word out gives me goosebumps.