Yesterday, while preparing to leave the office, I had tucked everything away and shut out the lights. As I reached the door, a couple of my colleagues met me at the door and we began to chat...then, I looked under my desk and saw him. 
The little guy was about 1.5 inches and suffice to say, I don't like cockroaches. Dirty, yucky...ewww. So, what does a guy do when he sees a cockroach scurrying across the floor in his office? Step on him? C'mon...that's not very sporting, is it? Go ask the office 'aiyee' to sweep him up? He'd be gone by the time she got around to it. No...there is only one thing to do...grab your signature Markus Naslund hockey stick and put on a little stick work display for the office staff.
He ran under a plant that I had in the corner, so, the face-off ensued. Whilst my colleague pulled back the planter, I stood at the ready to pull that bugger behind me to the nearest teammate...the wall. After bouncing off the wall, dazed, I stick handled him out into the corridor. The carpet was difficult to get a good handle on it, but I was up for the task. A couple quick shots into my office wall...and he was on his back, begging for mercy. Not so fast.
One of my workmates doesn't like cockroaches more than I and sought refuge in a neighboring office. Just as he was closing the door, I launched a wicked 7 foot wrist shot that bounced off the closing door jam...and all were impressed.
Finally, they couldn't take it any longer...put him out of his misery, they chanted. So, with a quick back hand and then 3 successive wrist shots to the wall from about 1 foot...he was legs up groggy. No Mas!
A quick scoop and into the trash he went.
And thus, you have a day in the life of a GZ expat.
