Was supposed to join a UFB ride but as I was about to go out, I saw the swarm of cockroaches chilling by the gate. I screamed, ran back inside, grabbed Baygon, and sprayed the shit out of those motherfuckers. They started running around in panic all over the porch, and being the scaredy-cat that I am, I retreated back to the house. Moments later I attempt to get out again but there were still a couple of roaches scuttling about. Needless to say, I gave up and missed the ride.

Scoreboard:
Roaches - 1
Me - 0

I hate myself sometimes.