I FEEL LIKE A HERO/HEROINE

we shall have a moment of silence over that poor, fugly and hideous roach that i brutally whacked to death earlier on, not. it just makes me oh so happy and feel so victorious when i see that pest flipping on its back, kicking its hairy legs up in the air like it's waving a white flag after running around the living room even after being crippled by me, and breathing its last final breaths and praying its last final prayers for its babies lurking somewhere (probably in this flat).

the thought of it lying there in the dust in, with two of its legs stick to the newspaper roll just makes me have the great sense of satisfaction and joy that cannot be explained in pure words alone. you should see the smile on my face.