You know how people always say that when you grow up, you slowly stop fearing....things you were once afraid of. Well, they're lying. Either that, or that theory does not apply to me.
This is the 2nd time I've cried upon encountering a cockroach. I've never done that before last time.
Screaming, yes. Crying, no.
I don't mean to, but it just comes automatically.

Just now, a cockroach (must have) flown in through the bathroom window and it crawled into my room. I ran down to get Yung, so he could kill it for me. And he came up and said something along the lines of "leave it alone". And I was like "Dude!! Its in my room!!! KILL IT!!!" (this is when I start crying)
He turns around, notices me crying, and says "You gotta be kidding me. This is damn funny. Can I record it?"
-.-
Seriously.
And then he tells me that apparently he can't bring himself to kill living things, and proceeded to play a game of chase with the friggin' cockroach in my room, making me cringe every time it moves. All the while he was giving me a play-by-play of its movements; saying stuff like "oh, its moving" and "oh, its climbing up the door now". I was like "I don't care!! Just hit the bloody thing!!" Which he didn't. Which leads me to believe that if he ever found a cockroach in his room, not only would he not hit it, he would most likely make it a bed to sleep in. I would have killed it myself if I dared to go anywhere near it. After about a million years of me screaming and crying, he hits it and it scrambled around for a while and flew.
More screaming and I ran outside and yelled "Just kill the goddamn thing!!!!!"
Then my mom came out of her room looking all pissed, she grabs the roll of newspapers, walked into the toilet and killed it for me. All in less than 3 minutes.
Which is what Yung should have done in the first place.