I washed under the stove, no not a highlight. It wasn't for the Club Med for spiders I wiped out.
I disturbed a cockroach who promptly disappeared, slippery little cocker.
After all that I need a cuppa, Earl Grey, Fairtrade which apparently is anything but.
I lit the gas.
Cockroach was sitting on the hob.
No wonder he disappeared. Apollo 13 slingshotting around the moon had nothing on this beast.
A minute's silence now. He's dead. 508 million more to go.