I always run away whenever I see one.
Of course I scream. Who wouldn't?
One day during camp there was one in our room.
I didn't run away or scream.
I wonder why.
Is it because other girls were there?
Is it because I don't want to embarrass myself?
Is it because I wanted to act brave?
I don't know.
Recently, one appeared in the kitchen.
I call him son.
He visit only in the late night though.
So I wonder who is he visiting?