There I am. Lying in bed, scrolling through the endless posts on Tumblr, trying to relax and eventually fall asleep. I have to be up and ready for the day sooner or later. As I'm about to close a few tabs on my browser, a bug hits me in the face and falls somewhere on my bed. I thought it was a moth at first, due to the light sources in my room being the pink lanterns hung from the top bunk and my dim laptop screen. Moths are fine. They're a little like nighttime butterflies. I could just scoop it up with a cup and set it free outside.

Then I glance down at my keyboard.

It's not a moth. I repeat, it's not a moth.

A small cockroach scurries across the numbers of my keyboard, and onto the corner. It stays still for a moment as I carefully slide it away. Maybe if I don't move as much, I could slam my laptop shut on it. The second I move, it crawls away into my comforter, and just like that I'm out of bed, running to the stairs, hoping to see if my dad is still awake. He's not. My next move is to my little brother. He's still awake.

"Go kill it. It's running around on my bed and I don't like it."

He stares at me for a minute or two. "What?"

"Go kill the cockroach on my bed!"

Instantly he's up, and I pull my comforter off the bed and onto the ground. We then enter the round of broom smacking, quiet screams, and the classic Don't-Let-It-Get-Away. Eventually, my brother lands the final kill, and scoops it up with a piece of toilet paper and flushes the now dead cockroach down the toilet.

I love bugs. Just not cockroaches. I can handle a small spider climbing up somewhere, a lost ant in my bathroom, and even a moth or a cricket trying to find its way outside again. But I draw the line at cockroaches. They get in places where you'd never think to see them, fly when they want to (thank goodness for the lazy ones who don't fly), and crawl wherever they can. They are some of the most disgusting bugs out there, and there is nothing worse than a flying cockroach. And one decided to hit me in the face as I was peacefully lying in my bed. Thanks little cockroach. Now I'm paranoid there's going to be more in my room.