I'm having minor cramps now. Not as major as last night, but just a little tingly nauseous feeling in my tummy. Feels like it's been brewing there for hours.

Anyway, today I played netball during PE and it was really fun but got me all hot and sweaty.

And you know what happens after sweat dries up.

You become sticky.
Yes, sticky.

I hate that feeling. Feels like you can just adhere yourself to anything.

When I sit down on plastic chairs, my thighs feel warm and uncomfortable. My skin literally sticks to the chair.

Combine that with on-off menstrual cramps, hunger and sleepiness (slept at 3am last night) and you get an instant spell for PMS.

So naturally, when I got home, the first thing I did was to HEAD FOR THE SHOWER.

Mmmm. Warm water trickling down from the shower head.

I was innocently lathering shampoo and massaging it into my hair when suddenly, I felt my foot being tickled. As my eyesight was semi-blurred without my glasses, I looked down and squinted.

It looked vaguely like a small, black hairy mess.

Must be a bunch of loose hair which fell onto the floor when I was shampooing.

I looked away and continued shampooing. I felt the little object tickling my foot again.

It was banging into my foot against the water current. Seemed like it was trying to get on top of it.

"Wth?" I thought. I reached for my glasses which was perched precariously on the edge of the shelf.

When I put on my glasses, I realized what was in front of me.

I froze in shock.

No, it wasn't a ball of hair.

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A freaking ugly black beetle with a HORN on its head.

I am very certain, that I saw a horn on its head. It looked exactly like this species. (whatever, didn't think beetles had that many species)

It was large, hard and shiny as though it had slime all over its back.

And apparently it had tried to climb over my foot.
My poor foot.

And goodness knows what else it would have done if I had let it continue its journey.

Crawl up my body?

Geez.

And onto my face?
Horrors.

I just stared at the beetle. It was banging against my foot because of the water current.

First instinct: Stomp on it, hard.

Nuh-uh, look at it's large horn. I don't want my foot to have a hole.

So, I took the shower spray and turned on the highest temperature, full speed. I aimed it away at the beetle so that it could crawl freely away from my foot in the meantime.

Meanwhile, I waited for the water to slowly get hot.

Soon, it was scalding hot.

I kept my eye on the poor bugger (it was now crawling towards the side of the shower area, near the wall) and aimed FULL BLAST at it.

Pppppssssshhhhh!

The beetle just flew its way towards the drain, half swimming and struggling in agony.

And I didn't know since when I had gotten kinda sadistic, but I actually smiled and felt a sense of satisfaction seeing the little bugger struggle for its life.

Then I took toilet paper and kiap-ed the poor victim tightly.

I headed to the toilet bowl and promptly dropped it in.

With a flush, it was gone.

Dead.

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