I’m bored. I have nothing to do apart from sitting in this corner sobbing, I am sobbing because no one likes me. Yesterday I was almost killed. In case you are wondering what species I am, I’m a cockroach. Everyone thinks I’m scary but all I want is a place to stay. Today I am terrified because today is cleaning day in this room and they are going to find me and kill me. Oh no, here they come, I got so nervous I fell onto the table. All of a sudden a flash of light, then, darkness.