Today as I was reading the cognitive psychology text
I came across the word cockroach.
This triggers a memory of mine from foundation year
Stacy and I were in our dorm studying for our final exam.
Suddenly Stacy turn to me and said,
Stacy: Kat, I think I smell cockroach
Me: What? Cockroaches don’t have smell. You are too paranoid
Stacy: Maybe.
I turn around trying to reach for a pillow from my bed, and guess what I saw. Yes a big fat cockroach on the floor.
Me: Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…………Stacy cockroach!
Stacy: Where?
(Both of us jumped on to our chair)
Me: There on the floor. Going under your bed now, get the sheltox!
(Stacy went down and start to look for the cockroach)
Stacy: Sheltox no use, get me a newspaper fast
(Rolling up a stack of newspaper and hand it to her).
Stacy: found it!
Pak!
We continue on our reading.
Me: Wow… you can smell cockroach. What does it smell like anyway?
I kind of forgot what she said but I remember her saying that of all the pest in this world she hate cockroach the most
