May the Soul of the Critter Rest In Peace

There is a limit I can be pushed to If driven to it, could I kill ? Last night I found out As I was undressing I felt I was being focused upon The intruder's cold stares froze me in terror My heart threatening to pound right out of my chest We both stood deathly still surveying each other The battle lines were drawn I felt like a lion cub about to hunt his first gazelle It was Man against Cockroach The beast was hoping to make it to the safe refuge under the bed If he succeeded, Chances were slim Suddenly, he made a dash for it I lunged for the closest weaponry, a sneaker But he expertly dodged and swerved On my second strike I connected He was trapped within the grooves of the sole I could sense if I moved the shoe, he would dart out and be forever lost There was only one option - Chemical Warfare I ran out into the hallway And grabbed a can of ant spray I marched in and began to plan my next move I circled the shoe a few times, evaluating the best angle to approach Strategy was key and I did not want to rush into it Once decided, I took aim With a deep breath I quickly lifted the shoe and started spraying wildly But the wily bugger was quicker than I anticipated He zipped out and managed to make it to the bed But just as he disappeared, I nailed him with a squirt between the wings Wounded and disoriented, I hoped he would now be an easy hunt I hurled the bed aside and he was cowering besides a dumbbell We knew these were the climactic seconds of the battle He made one last brave but feeble run for it I unleashed the pesticide with adrenalin induced Herculean strength The departed was lying belly up in a pool of poison The duel was over I used half a roll of paper towel to lift his remains And carried them at arms length to the trash The other half to scrub the floor, in true Lady Macbeth fashion Till the stain and smell were gone "My Rationalization fails to transmute this event into something positive"