An Incident in the Office So I was talking with the colleague who shares the same office with me about some work-related issue, while I heard a faint voice calling my name. I thought that I misheard that voice, but the expression of my colleague told me that I wasn’t wrong. “Yes?” I answered tentatively. After that, the youngest colleague of our office jumped into our room and cried, “We found a super big dead cockroach at the door of boss’s office!” (Well, our boss is always absorbed in his work and we don’t want to interrupt him, that’s why they called my name with such low voice.) The male colleague who’s sitting in front of me was ready to help, so did I. I just grabbed a piece of tissue from my desk and followed him. “Here we go,” said I, getting ready to pinch the cockroach with the tissue. The small creature made a move. “It’s not dead!” The girls cried again with terrified yet controlled voice. I followed the order of the male colleague and threw the cockroach from the balcony of the 13. Floor. We watched the small thing fall slowly and slowly on the roof of a much lower building. I was quite sure it didn’t die because of the falling – that’s a benefit if you have a tiny little body. But our problem was solved. I don’t understand why girls are afraid of bugs. I would rather be afraid of things which don’t have feet like snakes or which just have to much feet like centipede. I was waken up by my roommates once, because they had found a bug in the bathroom. I got up with half opened eyes, found a broom, flushed the bug out of the window and got back to sleep again, leaving my roommates amazed in front of the bathroom.