Not Even if You're the Longest Surviving on Earth..

I don't know what got into me. I suddenly got into this habit of killing....cockroaches this year.
Once, i was on a kill. 3 gone in a minute.
I wasn't that thirsty to kill really. But 3, doing their sight-seeing in the kitchen was just too much to handle. They left me with no choice. I'm forced to be a murderer.
And i really went all out to kill.
Phhhhhshhhh.....Phhhhhshhhh...Phhhhhshhhh...
So much insecticide trailed their flighty bodies. Fidgety. Struggling.
Almost...Almost..Gone..Not quite..
Struggle..
Final Struggle...
Dead.
Triumphant! I finally killed cockroaches after donkey years of turning a blind eye to them dashing across in zig-zag fashion in front of me.
Few days back. Another cockroach crossed my path.
This time round was a stack of paper rolled to become a formidable pseudo-baton.
Wham! Whack!
Dead.
Killing is not that difficult after all.