undead

While watching any horror movie, I always picture myself as the survivor. I could run, I could fight, I could do what is necessary to survive. Be it warewolf, vampire, freddie krueger, or the living dead. Ass would be kicked, the evil will be beat down.

And then I saw a roach yesterday, a big one. Yuck, right? I run, grab the bus spray, and drown the sucker. The concept of squishing the thing? No Way. Crunch - squish - ew.

How the heck am I going to bash in the head of the undead if I can't kill a roach? Gotta work on that one.