Some eons ago, in what seems now as another life, I lived on my own in a small apartment.
One day, a humongous cockroach entered my place. Fortunately I was prepared, so I calmly walked to get the spray that would end its life while the unsuspecting bug awaited for its demise.
Once I fetched the deadly liquid, I sneakily approached from the back, firmly holding the container while staring at the being, when unexpectedly, it turned its tiny head and looked at me straight in the eye.
I heard a horrifying screech and I quickly realized it was me, screaming in horror.
I tried to pull myself together and shakily aimed at it; I sprayed until the bottle was almost empty. The roach fought but in the end, it succumbed.
I shiver when I recall the moment and the image of that tiny head slowly turning around to look at me, still haunts me to this date.