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Sometimes, we expect one thing to happen to us, and at times, something completely different happens. That is called situational irony. I am simply sharing my cases of situational irony with anyone interested.

Monday, 15 October 2012

The Ultimate Battle

Yesterday, I was doing my regular business in my room (in my giant cardboard box mansion) and I saw an earwig. If anyone doesn't know this, I am a girl when it comes to bugs in my house. Actually, girls are more brave when it comes to bugs. I freaked out. I saw it walking, and I froze. It didn't know I was there, and I needed to act on it and kill it. But I couldn't kill it. I don't like earwigs. I called for my mom but she didn't respond. This was going to be the most epic battle of all time.

My girlish bravery vs. Earwig
Spoiler alert, the earwig wins.

I ran to the bathroom and I grabbed some toilet paper to grab the earwig. One small problem: IT WAS GONE.

I stood up on the highest point in my room and surveyed the area. I was now a bug ninja and I was going to catch that bug. I saw it walking around on one of the corners of my room. I was going to grow the courage to catch this stupid bug.

I ran over to it and looked at it for a while. I then grabbed the bug through the toilet paper quickly, and then danced girlishly to my garbage pail and threw out the toilet paper. The earwig fell out from the toilet paper and he just laid there. I did it. I actually killed a bug, and I was going to sleep at night without the fear of bugs crawling inside me and having babies in my lungs.

I woke up this morning still proud of the fact that I killed the most creepy creature of all time. I went on through my regular routine and I went to check the garbage bin to view my victory. The earwig was gone. It was demanding a rematch.

"I stand down, I stand down!"
Me: at

2 comments:

  1. N17 October 2012 at 09:50

    According to my uncle, happening just outside of Toronto at his house, he opened his barbeque to find a racoon just sitting on the grate, inside the lid. The sheer fright made him jump back dropping the lid shut, obviously causing the racoon to skid around inside the once again enclosed barbeque. He left it, pondering on what to do with the problem inside of his precious barbeque. In the end, he ended up just turning the barbeque on, habitants still residing within. PETA, I'll show myself out.

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