I fucking hate the roaches! The flying roaches! One flew to my room on Sunday night, dad caught it. Another landed on my thigh and slipped onto the floor JUST NOW. OMFG. I can't believe that fugly thing touched me! I screamed the hell out of myself. Sis-in-law came to the rescue. Yes, my sis-in-law is braver than my brother! Thank you.
Why those roaches keep flying to my room but not the rest?!