disgusting

And there it was, right at eye level,writhing on its back in its last death throes. Digusting.

It was a cockaroach I doused in roach spray. Whenever I encounter a roach, it's like a freakin' adventure for me. I can feel my adreneline rush because they gross me out so much. I was talking on the phone, heading downstairs because it was midnight, and time for me to go to sleep. Approaching the second set of stairs there it was. A black stain on the nice ivory carpet. Antennae frantically waving, tasting the air. Front legs rubbing together as if it were cleaning itself. Like that's what it was. Everyone knows roaches are dirty, filthy...Disgusting.
I screamed and immediately shut up because I knew the neighbors would hear. The sound carries fast and far in my neighborhood, the windows perfect exists for secrets and key for eavesdroping. My scream didn't appear to bother the roach. It was still sitting there, waving waving its antennae. "Would it please stop?!?!? Please and thank you." I thought. The whole motion of it feeling its surroundings is what creeps me out. It's probably because of a past experience where I killed a roach and when I picked it up with many layers of napkin the antennae were still going crazy and then I could feel it squirming despite the thick bundle of napkin I had in my hand. I guess I didn't kill it completely. Disgusting.
I had to run around searching for the precious bottle of roach spray. It was nowhere to be found. Meanwhile my friend was laughing at me, a huge human, for making such a big deal about a little easily squashable bug. It was a boy, of course. I hopped over the step the roach was on twice, being really careful in case it should suddenly make a run for it. Those buggers move at lightning speed. When I finally found the spray- I swear I had looked at the coffee table- I made sure the spray was pointed properly. This one time, my sister had the spray and out of panic she sprayed herself by accident because she had it faced towards her. When I hit the roach dead on, it did what normal roaches do in reaction to encountering toxic chemicals. It spazzed out and began climbing the steps. I sprayed it a good 3 more times, unnecessarily saturating the carpet with spray. It seemed to have no effect but by then the roach had made its way to the top step, staggering, but still pretty damn fast. It hid amongst the assortment and clutter of shoes, finally retreating behind the shoe cabinent. Disgusting.
I knew I had hit it square on though. There was no way that sucker would live unless it was some kind of superroach. But then again, my mind flashed back to AP biology and resistance and mutation. What if my spray was outdated? Bugs are becoming more immune to spray these days. As I picked up the phone again I started telling my friend about how I was screwed because now there was going to be a roach carcass behind the shoe cabinent and I didn't want to wake up the next morning to peek behind the cabinent and find it. I heard the roach pitterpattering as its hairy legs spastically scratched the wooden cabinent. I could imagine the roach, reaching its final moments as it flailed around pitifully... or not because I didn't pity the thing at all. I bent down to rearrange my shoes that I moved out of the pathway of the bug but out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I was eye level with the shoe cabinent and there was my besty friend, the ROACH, on its back, its spikey appendages pumping like it was bicycling with 6 legs. Oh man I felt so gross. I thought it had died already, but it had enough strength to climb the cabinent?!?! When it finally became still, I took many sheets of Kleenex and gingerly picked up the thing, holding it as far as possible from me and proceeded to flush it it in the toilet. GOODBYE forever!!!!!!!!! Oh man. DISGUSTING.