Cockroach

I saw a cockroach in my bathroom last night. I thought about killing it, but I just didn't have the heart, or lack thereof, so I let it live. My reward came later when I felt tiny little insect feet scurrying across my chest in the middle of the night. I quickly swiped my hand across it and leapt out of bed. Now, often times I think I feel a bug on me in bed but it always turns out to be my imagination. I turned on the light anyways, just to be sure, and there he was. The very same cockroach whose life I had spared hours before was sitting right in the middle of my bed. I guess I don't hate cockroaches, but their shiny little bodies disgust me. They look so gross and creepy. I did not feel like sharing my bed with that gross little bug so i flicked it off. It flew through the air and hit the wall before landing on the floor on its back. I apparently injured it because once it did finally manage to flip over it just sat there moving its little legs frantically but getting nowhere. I don't know why but I felt really bad for it. I watched it struggle for a few minutes and contemplated putting it out of its misery, but I still didn't have it in me. For some reason I had a soft spot in my heart for that poor and tiny bug. Eventually he seemed to recover and started walking around a little bit. I didn't want him in my room anymore, especially now that he could crawl back up on my bed again, so I scooped him up in a plastic cup, went over to my second-story window, opened it, and started to fling him out into the yard. Then I thought that the fall might finally do him in, so I dumped him on the window ledge instead and shut the window. Maybe his sticky feet carried him across the outer wall and safely to the ground, or maybe they didn't grip too well on the clay bricks and he fell to his doom. I don't know, but at least I don't have it on my conscience. I choose to believe that he made it down to the ground and began a happy new life outside where I never have to meet him again. Maybe he'll meet a girl roach and start a roach family. He will raise his little roach children and tell them stories about the dangerous and territorial giant beings in the indoor realm and they will be too scared to ever venture inside and bother me. His children will tell their friends the stories too, and their friends will tell other friends their parents, and the cycle will continue on until roaches have it instinctually ingrained in their genetic code to want to stay outside and avoid indoor dwellings altogether and I will never have to worry about a roach crawling on me in my bed ever again.