I gave a cockroach death by papercut yesterday.
Part of my department's job is to organize files that go to the 'dead' archives. Some of them are old enough they haven't been touched in a decade.
So there I was, doing my job, when a cockroach crawls out from underneath the bottom. (Gross shit, let me tell you.)
My supervisor is female, and promptly goes into 'eeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwww' mode. My colleagues go into "macho time" mode and try to whack it. Thing is, they miss, and it turns out this cockroach is the flying kind. So THEY start freaking out too, as in "shit got serious".
"Bitch, please."I grab hold of one of the nearby folders and slice the damn thing in two with the thin side. The folder's cover is cardboard, mind you.
One of the halves landed in a nearby dumpster.