koolmokcik: Attack of the Centipede [2]

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Attack of the Centipede [2]

As I was finishing
my weekly washing

A centipede slowly creeping

looked like it was sniffing

being terrified
of the creepy crawly

for the Baygon can I jumped
automatically

and drowned the centipede

with the insecticide

forgive me

Attack of the Centipede [1]

4 comments:

Kenn said...: Forgive me too cos' I would do the same!; April 10, 2011 at 10:48 PM
koolmokcikZ said...: thanks Kenn. you made me feel a bit less guilty.
still, orang tua tua pesan not to kill animal in the house but at over half a century old, my two legs just can't keep up the centipede's; April 10, 2011 at 10:59 PM
mamasita said...: I always2 melompat and panik betul kalau ada that thing around..eeeekks!
Siap tenyeh2 dengah tapak selipar or shooh2 dengan penyapu..mana danlah..hehehe

p.s. baru baca your Umrah travels..
very2 informative and very2 nice documentary..
terima kasih banyak2 for sharing.:D; April 11, 2011 at 6:04 AM
koolmokcikZ said...: thanks mamasita. tu pun tak habih lagi cerita umrah. seronok sesangat. I just wished I had gone earlier when I was much younger and healthier. rasa tak puas lah bertamu di rumah Allah.; April 11, 2011 at 4:29 PM

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