Just trapped a terrifying, relatively huge and un-indentified insect. Waiting for my dad to come home and give the verdict of whether it lives or dies. In the meantime, even my grandma who catches cockroaches with her bare hands is intrigued by this creature.
Eeeeeeks. Ok I'll try not to sound like a bimbo. But I really do hate insects. Any kind. Big or small. Sting or bite. Black or brown. All I cannot stand.
It's great achievement that I managed to trap that freaky thing in a transparent plastic container (which gives me both a good view of the anatomy of that insect - black and yellow with head, thorax and abdomen, 6 legs and a pair of feelers, as well as a sense of security - I've taken extra precaution to weigh the container down with books).
I'm sorry for being so environmentally un-friendly. Actually, I'm re-using the container for a good purpose!
Anw even with all that, I'm still dealing a rising fear that everytime I return to the kitchen, the container will be there but the insect will be gone. Haha seriously I can't believe how I survived those field camps last time.
Anws! My grandma is cool. She used to catch cockroaches with her bare hands when she lived in kampong last time. Lizzards never bothered her and bees she flicked away with her newspaper. Not bad right. She just told me a story bout how she once smacked a spider with a newspaper.
To her horror, hundreds of small white baby spiders crawled out of the body of that spider she smacked. She felt so bad... from then on she never ever killed a spider again.
My dad and mum's back!! :D:D:D:D
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