What did I see?
Two creations of God… having sex… in my room.
The worst part? They didn’t even flinch when I entered. My presence did not matter to them. They just carried on like no one had entered, and it was their territory.
I was so angry.
How dare they do this to me? How dare they have sex in my own room? Didn’t they know how I reacted to their colleagues trying to do the same thing by my window?
My room is a spinster’s room, and no sex… ABSOLUTELY NO SEX should go on there.
First thing I did was calm down, turned on my camera, took several pictures of them at far and close range, so I could use as evidence in case anyone ever accused me of wickedness in future.
And then in my pious rage, I took my insecticide, and sprayed them. I sprayed and sprayed in anger.
|Evidence in the court of law|
Then and only then did they flinch, and then they fell down from my wall.
Do you know the worst part? As they were dying, they did not disengage. They were still joined together, as they continued to have sex even in their final moments on earth.
These roaches were gangster. They would rather die together than allow anyone separate them. Well, if only humans would learn from them.
Anyway, when they get to their next life, they would warn their mates, and tell them to keep away from @ilola’s room because any sex that goes on there is a DANGEROUS SEX, and it would only lead to death