Thursday, April 10, 2025
10:46:44 PM
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
i'm suppose to be all poetic today but all well...OMG i killed a rat with my bare hands, right hand to be exact!!!! [hysterically]the story is like this,I'm revising PA1 and suddenly i got hungry so i went downstairs for a quick bite of anything that i can get my hands on in the fridge. Anyway when i switch on the light i saw with horror a little black chubby thing zoomed past my legs into the under part of the fridge. Actually stood there motionless for quite a while before i finally decided to shout for my parents even though it's past midnight!Well excuse me[sarcastically]..No, not because I'm petrified but b'cos it won't do to leave that rat there and expects it to stay...A few moment later, the whole family members were grouped in the dining room [except my sis that is, since she haven't come back from KL for her hols]. Quickly a plan was devised... Dad was to stand guard over the entrance to the kitchen, mum to chase the rodent from its hiding place and me to be posted in front of the entrance to the living room. We were all set and determined not to let it escape or there won't be any sleep for any of us tonight with that thing running around...So armed with a torch, mum went and poke around under the fridge and suddenly it rush out and made for my direction. I'm actually crouched and armed with a card box but instinctively i raised my right hand and made a clean slap at the rat when it tried to jump pass me. Nope it didn't get knock out but tried to jump pass me again. Quick as lightning my right hand was out even before my brain can react and slapped it harder this time. When it falls on the ground, for all the world of common senses, i should have used the card box on my left hand but no... i used my bare right hand instead and down it goes to press that rodent [to prevent it from escaping of cos]. Mum was shrieking for me to be careful so as not be bitten by it and for dad to get something to put the rat inside. Ironically, by mere brute strength i accidentally crushed the poor thing to it's death... I don't mean to since i don't realize that I'm actually applying too much pressure on it's tiny body. (T T).Anyway, dad got a plastic bag and threw it inside and went out to throw it away while mum got some tissues to clean up the messes. Me? I straightaway went to the kitchen to wash my hand with lots of soap and full of guilt and disgust at what I've done. Mum consoled me and i finally got over my disgust but not my guilt. So here i was writing this down to remind me of it until the day I'm finally old and cranky, by then i might forgot to leave it to my conscience anymore... or maybe not...
1210am,03102007
cHrowLx over and out 10:28 AM
