Unimaginable horrors lurk in the storehouses of my school.
When you look at the storehouse from the outside, it seems like an innocent-looking place where you store things. However, behind that closed shutter, pests dominate the dark utopia the storehouse provides for them. How do I know about all these things? Well, I was given the privilege to clean it.
We started by lifting the shutter up, exposing its contents. Rolls of carpet grass and bags of black rubber bits. Nothing abnormal. We started moving the bags of rubber bits. A few things happened:
-Cockroaches sprang out.
-Having seen the cockroaches, my friends, who were helping me clean the place, screamed in terror.
-Desperate and left with little choice, we began to step on the cockroaches. Some fled into the nearby drain.
-Everyone calmed down.
So we continued cleaning up the storehouse. Then, as we moved another bag of rubber bits, we saw
LIZARDS
clinging on the bag. I'm not talking about those flat house lizards. These lizards had scales. They looked like miniature crocodiles, without the teeth. Realising that they were in broad daylight, the lizards fled back into the darkness of the storehouse. Everyone was now wary of the life forms the storehouse had helped to breed.
As we moved deeper into the storehouse, clearing out all the clutter in it, we moved a roll of carpet grass out.
A rat scampered out.
Everyone freaked out.
The rat scrambled into a pile of bags of rubber bits.
We shifted another piece of carpet grass. It was unrolled and stretched out on the floor. Fearing the appearance of more pests, we held the carpet grass by its ends and dragged it out. We were then told to flip it over. Bracing ourselves, we flipped the carpet grass over. And on its underside were...
A SWARM OF COCKROACHES.
Some were dead, others were still crawling all over the place. Luckily, we had a can of insecticide. Some of the cockroaches escaped into the drain, while others felt the wrath of our 'Baygon instant kill' insecticide. But the cockroaches could not die. They did not fall to the power of the 'instant kill' gas. We stepped on them anyway.
Finally, after battling wave after wave of pests, we cleared out the storehouse. Everyone was relieved. Then we saw one last cockroach. And we...
Spent the last of the insecticide on it.
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