I have killed 4 cockroaches in the last few days, 3 of them were the small little brown ones and the one I smashed was a big black flying one. For some reason, I feel really guilty. It's almost as if I have massacred their whole family. To my defense, the little ones were going through my cupboard of food and the big one was flying around.

In fact, the big cockroach was resting on the wall and I was joking to my sister how it might fly around because everyone is afraid of an airborne cockroach, trust me. Apparently, it shares a common sense of humour with me and it flew RIGHT SMACK into my sister's face. Of course, like any other good brother, I almost woke the neighbourhood up with laughter.

But, oh trust me, cockroaches are not the worst insects. This is absolutely terrifying.
I'm glad that they don't live in Singapore...do they?