Killing a bug the old fashioned way

The other day the wife was cleaning and came across a small roach. Her immediate reaction was to scream like a girl (appropriately so) and run away. Upon further reflection, she decided to take the initiative and take the fight to the enemy. Naturally, she needed a weapon. She didn’t use her natural defense, the foot; she didn’t even take off her shoe and smack it. She fell back and looked for something with which to kill the retched bug. She forewent the Raid (I guess it wasn’t a Kurdish roach or she would have used the chemical weapon). Eventually, she used the traditional anti-roach weapon; the one used by our ancestors: the hammer. Fearing the strong defenses of the roach, she apparently though that only a nine inch, stainless steel claw hammer could smite the bug.

Naturally, she missed with her first swing. The roach ran under a sheet of paper, and Lauren thought it would be fun to start pummeling the entire sheet. She’s moderately sure that won the battle, though I don’t want to think of how many divots she put in the floor; it probably looks like central France circa 1916. I’m just glad the hammer was closer than the guns.