I don't have a mortal fear of all things creepy crawlied, I just prefer not to have them around *remembers ants in pants incident....shudder*. Last night as I was brushing my teeth, I felt the presence of an uninvited guest in the bathroom. Big Flying Cockroach (BFC) was crawling about the shower stall apparently lost, or probably trying to take a shower the human-way. Whatever it was, I had my eye trained on BFC for what felt like the longest time, or as long as it possibly could take to brush my teeth. When BFC started crawling towards my general direction as I was rinsing out my mouth, it became the quickest mouth-rinsing session ever. I didn't want to turn my back on BFC for even the slightest second lest it lands on my head. The only way to get rid of BFC was to lure it into the back balcony before it escapes the confines of the toilet and unleashes its winged terror upon the unsuspecting household. What I did was to terrorise BFC away from the bathroom door and towards the open windows leading onto the balcony. Once BFC was safely outside, it was an epic battle between Man and Cockroach. There I was brandishing my bamboo pole and half-hiding behind the balcony door, and there BFC was, nonchalantly crawling along the walls. I had to be careful not to touch it because it could either send BFC into a flying frenzy (which was why I was partly hiding behind the door) or accidentally squash BFC, which would mean cockroach guts smeared on the wall and the bamboo pole on which clothes are hanged. So there I was doing this rhythmic tap on the wall to frighten it towards the direction I wanted it to go. After some tango with it, it finally crawled away to seek shelter from another unsuspecting household.