Domestic Warfare

It all started when ants decided to invade my apartment over the weekend. Everything was carefully planned. First, they sent in a few "pawns" to investigate the apartment. I spotted one of them in the bathroom and terminated it without a question. There must be others that escaped my eyes. But they were there, perhaps hiding somewhere in the corners, watching the giant human being walking around in the room, and praying not to be spotted like their lost ones.

They waited and waited... Then, I left for the weekend. They knew it was the perfect time for the invasion. It could not be missed.

I returned from my trip two days later. Exhausted from the train ride, I was more than glad to be home. As I sat down and flipped open my laptop, a black shadow passed in front of my eyes so fast that it disappeared within the blink of eyes. "Shit.." I quickly grabbed some tissue paper, lifted up my laptop to hunt whatever that shadow was. What I found, was not one, but fifteen of them, hiding under my laptop!

Angry and disgusted, I was determined to kill every single ant on my desk. However, I underestimated them: they were Not easy to kill. Somehow, they managed to come back to life even though I used many ways to "finger-press" them with tissue papers! The "army" of ants... they put up such a good fight.

My desk was clear after 10 minutes. How did they get onto my desk...? And where were they coming from? All of the sudden, I gasped as my eyes starred at my bed: "What are those moving things...?!"

For the next hour, I stood by my bed, killing every ant I saw, one after another. There was no end to it - they just kept coming.

Unable to handle this all by myself, I called for rescue. Raf came in and quickly found the ant's entrance to my apartment. It was the window near the bed. They came in through cracks, slide down to my bed from the cord of my alarm clock, then got to my desk. Raf lifted up the alarm clock... there were too many underneath that I couldn't bring myself to take a second glance.

"This is gonna be a massacre!" Raf declared. He covered the "creatures" with some paper towel, followed by a series of heavy poundings. The rest, is not appropriate for me to describe.

We sealed the crack on the window, sprayed some Raid and set ant traps. That was the end of the war. It was brutal... indeed.

I had to terminate them. When I was young, the movie "Killer Ants" traumatized me; therefore, it was Not acceptable for a massive amount of them to intrude my apartment. I spent my night at my cousin's. Now that I'm back here, writing this post in my bed, I keep being alert to any moving objects in the room and terrified that they might crawl all over me. Ants, they might return for revenge. But for the time being, Raid will keep them out; and the possible return of the ants will haunt me during my sleeps.

Memory Elapse

The recurring nightmare came to me last night. In my dream, my cat died all over again. She held in her last deep breath, then her little body hopelessly collapsed on the floor. I woke up feeling disoriented.

My friend tried to comfort me: "You will forget it soon." I fell into silence.

I can't forget, and I don't want to forget. I am terrified that one day I would wake up, and not remembering what she was like and what she meant to me. The thought of losing her eternally in my memory tears me apart.

The flashbacks of her last days are so vivid as if it was yesterday. It causes me tremendous pain each time I allow myself to bring back the memory. Yet I'd rather miss her terribly much than not remembering her.

So then, let be the nightmare. It can come and go as it wishes.