Science calls it katsaridaphobia.
The husband calls it a silly overreaction.
I can only say that this six-legged creature single-handedly sums up my personal insect hell.
With the school term coming to a close, families chose this time of the year to move back to their home country or make another apartment their home.
This move has shook up a few other families from another kingdom that must have been thriving and breeding undisturbed in the dark crevices of drain pipes or have been forced to relocate too after the depreciating chemical barriers have been re-erected by the real-estate staff, who are seen prepping the house for its new tenant.
One roach decided to take an evening stroll and managed to invade the carefully-guarded, pest-free, chemically-barricaded fortress that I call home.
That night I sleepily walked into the bedroom and caught sight of this unwelcome guest scampering about the white floor on its spiky appendages.
In an instant, I was wide awake, sleep gone, eyes popping out of sockets, breath caught midway between the lungs and the nostrils, adrenal medulla overworking – pumping in adrenaline for fight or flight reaction.
The mind trying to shut out the image that is crawling and wrecking my system.
When I had mustered up enough courage, I rushed to find to the husband.
On hindsight, I marvel the reaction and the multitasking power of a shocked human mind and body.
Only that my mind had been rendered that shock by a creepy crawly as big as my pinkie.
The husband was amused. He found the creature and sent it off to insect heaven.
The only relief has been that the children were locked in dreamland and hence did not witness their mother outperform them in a state of utter frenzy.
The following morning on, my paranoid eyes have been searching for unwelcome family members and a search party of the deceased invader as the hands have been cleaning better and disinfecting effectively.
But try as I might, I cannot understand why women who have crossed frontiers, shattered glass ceilings can be reduced to a shaking, shrieking, chaotic lot when it comes to cockroaches?
Good morning Friends, Wishing those on the other side of the world, a happy weekend while wishing my friends on this side of the world, a great beginning to a new week.