Psychology + Marijuana.. Based on Actually Events That Took Place This Morning... 2:12 am; I went into the kitchen, turned on the faucet and lone & behold, A ROACH. OMG, OMG, a roach just crawled out of the sink!1 My nerves went into overdrive and grabbed the can of RAID, only to unload the entire bottle on the son of a bitch. Ok, All is safe in the house. Peace is restored. Sitting @ the box, navigating the mouse, OMG a roach on my hand! But there was no roach on my hand. Holy crap, where did it go? It's probably on me. I stood up ubrupty, wailing, trying to shaking it off. Ok, I need armour... Britney Spears: HP: 154 Magic: 0 Equipt: Socks, Long Pants, Hoodie, Bandanna, Baseball Cap, Nylon Gloves. InTOXICation: Very *Mission Impossible theme* So I creep back into the kitchen... Manage to pull the rip cord. Let there be light! Open the cupboard under the sink. YOU FOUND 2 BOTTLES OF BORIC ACID! Awesome. I'm spraying this shit like there's no tomorrow. Standing on the counter, putting it atop the cupboard, behind the fridge, in the corners, behind the stove... And all these frosted white creepy crawlys come to attack me. Bottle one empty. Another. Dead on target. - rinse and repeat for each room in the house. I didn't even know these little fuckers existed. Then again, I'm never really here. So while I'm working the bathroom. I open the pantry. Ok, I have never seen this before, there is a dumbwaiter in the pantry that goes to the basement. As I open the door to the pantry, a creeper! running from the light at the speed of light! I'LL GET YOU YET, MOTHER FUCKER! He scuffled up his silk web, made hell of an attempt to flee, but it was too late. Before I could think, I had the lid off that bottle of boric acid like lighting and I unleased the fury inside. Die, fucker! Die, die, DIE, MOTHER FUCKER! DIE! I backed away as I smoked him out. And the mushroom cloud, rise high... I just killed my helper. ... Dead. When the smoke cleared I looked back in at him. And destroyed was his habitat, his home. Lying there, in his icy white web. Petrified. And so I shut the door, never to look back. How long he had lived there? Probably longer than I. And I just raid in and kill him in one single moment. His one and only purpose, to serve and protect the house and I murdered him in the cold blood. I just killed my little helper. I stood there for a good five minutes. Thinking. Wondering if the spider had a higher capacity of emotion than other inscets. Wondering if karma would come back and bite my ass. I feel so fucking bad... Oh well. it's not like I killed my dog with a hammer.