I feel an immense sense of guilt every time I kill a cockroach. That’s because I don’t like the idea of killing another living being.
But with cockroaches, I decided a long time ago that:
- even though these buggers have been around a long, long year,
- and will continue to be around for many a long year to come,
between me and them, I’ll be damned if I let them win while I’m still alive.
Damn you, cockroaches. Damn you, he thought to himself as he imagined himself shaking his fist in a display of defiance at arthropods that were lurking around, somewhere.
