I hate cockroaches. Hate them, hate them, hate them.
Once while working a high school construction job in the Florida Keys, I stayed in the unfinished and very *open* hotel being renovated. In the middle of the night Nature started calling so I got up and started walking down the hallway. The hallway was actually completely open to the outdoors, having only wood beams and no actual wall. At the end of the hallway was a finished wall. As I got closer I noticed something strange -- it looked like there was a curtain blowing in the wind (I have very bad eyesight and at night it's even worse). Then I got closer... When I got about five feet away it was too late. It looked like about five hundred billion cockroaches were on the wall. Then they started flying towards me. The fuckers looked like birds. I screamed. Ran 40yds in about 1 second.
So this is a construction site.. And fellow construction workers being such wonderful souls, they had a good laugh when I woke them up.
Of course the next night they decide to put a live cockroack on my face while I slept.
And... (shifty eyes) Flash? I'm sold!
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