The Heng Killers

Heck, I just killed a lizard. Come to think of it, I not only hate ants. I detest anything creepy crawlie!!

It was there on the window sill. I ran faster than I did at gym today, to grab my buddy, Baygon. I sprayed at it like nobody's business. I was quite surprised to see that it didn't move as fast as its counterparts usually would.

Upon closer inspection, which was actually a very hair-raising moment, I realised that it was bai-ka-bai-chiu - it had only 1 arm, 1 leg and no tail left. I swore my hair was standing by then, as I shrieked for my partner-in-crime to come clean up the mess/evidence.

Good thing that it was next to the window, so The Boy nudged it out quite easily. All these while I was crinching in half fear, half disgust in the background, swearing away.

After the deed was done, The Boy turned around and said, "I saw him trying for a last ditch attempt to cling on for life with his only arm lor." And I actually felt quite guilty and went, "HUH?! Really?"

Am I going to bed, imaging the lizzy crawling back up the window, with its scaly arm reaching out to me, screaming "Nooooooooooooo!!!"? Damn. Now, not only would I be afraid of the ants taking revenge on me at night, now I have to worry about one-arm lizzy.