I hate Cockroach

When I was a kid (10-12 years old), I was tasked with spring cleaning chore of the kitchen when my mum went out. There was a huge empty space under the old-fashion cooking stove made of cement bricks where she stored whatever cooking pots/pans and liked god-know-what forever. So me and my younger sister swept/wiped/scrapped clean the whole kitchen before going into the last tedious part .... to take out all the pots/pans one by one to clean the 'blackhole'. That was where it began. 😱😓

The moment I dragged out the first few big pots, oh Gosh, dozens of cockroaches zoomed out. I could not remember if I even screamed though. I know that we both jumped, ran around, looked for Baygon (I've forgotten the actual brand), sprayed sprayed sprayed, then poured hot water from the flask, but not much help. In the end, I 'attacked' them by splashing water with the water hose. Ah yeah, it worked. I could cleanse the insecticided pots/pans and the floor too, killed many birds with a stone.

The final scene I remember clearly is that I swept all their dead bodies to the drain outside the house and flushed them down with buckets of water. I did not actually count how many ..... It was a lot. I saw swamp of black. Since then, I hate cockroaches, I truly am. Call it 童年阴影.