Pandora’s Box

If you have read an earlier entry of mine, Creepy Crawlies, perhaps you would not find this post as foreign as it is. Throwing the bathroom light on, I caught a gleam of brownish black scurrying diagonally to the bin. Fuck. So small brother Keong has decided to chaperon me on my unconventionally late visit to the loo after all. How delightful. And this time, it IS rather small, a pubescent ’siew keong’. What a pity, such a bright future ahead. No stranger to eliminating uninvited guests, I crept up stealthily till I was right behind the poor chap with my canister, playing God. Raising the canister, I took my aim, squeezed my eyes shut and jammed my fingers on it, all the while hovering like a chicken ready to sprint. No ‘psssssstt’ spewed out from the canister. My eyes flew open. Shit. How can you let me down at a moment like this? Shook the canister violently and tried again. Okay. So the canister is officially on the small brother Keong’s side eh? No matter. The floor wash was beckoning to me, pleading to aid me in my never-ending quest of annihilating small brother Keong. With my eyes darting back and forth between the floor wash and small brother Keong, I remembered ANOTHER canister was down the hall. Hallelujah. Silly me. Hehes. I returned to find the little bugger missing. Darn. Anyhow, I sprayed at where I last found him, that got him scuttling around from beneath the bin. Gotcha. Since this adolescent little git isn’t an airborne RAF pilot (yet), it’s safe to remain perched on top of the toilet seat.

Watching him twitch and jerk in the last few seconds of his life would have been rewarding had something else in the wall crack not catch my attention. I saw legs. Plenty of legs. Which could only mean one thing: centipede(s). Oh, the friends I have all around. The gassing session earlier must have drove him out. Had I not gassed small brother Keong, the little centipede would not have emerged. Sometimes, if given the choice, I’d choose not to know too much about something. Moreover, dig too deep, it will be like opening a Pandora’s box, filled to the brim with baleful misfortunes and nasty surprises, not unlike the little centipede…