There he is, the poor, unsuspecting creature. Should’ve known better than to come around here.

Greater ones of his kind have ventured into this place. Not one lived to tell the tale. Well, at least, none of those I have seen. Perhaps a few are fortunate enough to scramble across the floor and return to wherever they came from while I am away. But a single look from my eyes signals an inescapable death.

Back to the target. Ignorance is certainly bliss. I slowly raise my weapon over my head and hold my breath. He still has no idea—bless his little soul!—of his impending doom. And then I move in for the kill.

The murder is clean and quick. I pull off some tissue from the roll nearby and gingerly pick up the dead cockroach from the tiles on the bathroom floor. I drop it into the toilet bowl, press down on the flush, and put my rubber slipper back on my foot.