Insect

I am scared of insects. It's kind of irrational. Up until now, at the tender age of 30, whenever there was an insect in my room my reaction was running away screaming. Then mom or dad took care of the problem and I didn't even want to see the corpse.
But NOW I'M AN ADULT. Or so it seems. So when the other day I found a little intruder in my bathroom, I womaned up, took my faithful flyswatter, sincerely apologized to the poor thing and killed it.
I really don't like killing them, but it was BIG. AND SCARY. AND TOO FAR FROM  THE WINDOW TO GENTLY SHOO IT OUTSIDE, WHAT IF IT ENDED UP IN MY HAIR, IT'D NEVER GET OUT OF THERE.
It was dead. It was kind of... splattered... all over the bathtub, it really couldn't be anything but dead. But then it twitched. And I kind of overreacted.
An antenna and a couple of legs ended up scattered on the floor, and I flushed the rest down the toilet. It was DEAD. But just in case it wasn't, I didn't want it crawling out of the rubbish.