I’m at war with a cockroach

This all started a week ago. At about 10:30 pm I went on a trot out of my room as one does, to get a drink. Thats when I saw the fucker, standing right there under my sink. The second I turned on the light, he ran, instantly escaping. I lost him. 2 days later and around the same time, I see him again. I've completely forgotten, and the cockroach almost makes me shit my pants. We lock eyes, and almost as if mocking me, he stays still. So still. So still in fact that I believed I had enough time to take off my shoe to smack him. Boy was I wrong. I lost again.

It's been a week now. We know where to meet. We know what time. 10:30 pm, meet at the kitchen. He is never late. We see each other, and we stay for a bit. Respectful. But at the end of the day, cockroaches and humans can never be friends. I'll kill him. But for now, I can only wait for the next fight