The Van Helsings of the Roach World.

My room mate (Steph) and I had a AFV moment with a roach.
That was funny.
So funny in fact, allow me give you the play by play:

S: "ROACH!" (points to under the dining table)
A bolts from couch, runs to bathroom to grab killing spray, runs back to dining room and starts rapid fire.
S takes zebra dust pan and tries to corner roach.
Roach scurries (yes, scurried.) off dust pan down the hall, toward A and A's room.
A: "EEPPPP!!!!!! IT'S ATTACKING ME!!!"
Roach turns and heads for S's room.
S: "AH! DON'T SPRAY IT INTO MY ROOM!!!"
A, with malicious fever in her eyes: "DIE ROACH DIE!!!"

...

We started cracking up.



Pretend the axe is a long handled, zebra striped dust pan and you've got Steph.



Now pretend the axe is in fact a bottle of bug killer, and you've got yours truly.



Awww sweet psychotic vengeance!