The harsh truth of living all by yourself

Everyone is always on and on about the wonder and freedom and mental peace you have when you live alone. Nobody ever talks about how when you live alone, there is no one to save you when a giant cockroch enters. I'm writing this as a heavy hearted confession. You may consider this my last message. I live alone in a 1 BHK. At 19:00 hours exact my bedroom area was taken over by a giant cockroach like organism that can also fly. I fear for my life. I am making one second rounds to my bedroom from the hall to fetch one-one item that I would need to survive the night. Till now I have successfully procured my phone, pillow, chatai/mat to sleep on, the charger, my moisturiser, blanket. But the most difficult part is having to go to the washroom which is attached to cockroah territory. I'm regretting the two glasses of nimbu pani I drank in the name of hydration. I must survive till morning when my househelp V didi (or should I say a member of the avengers) will come with her weapon (the broom and dustpan) and my bedroom territory will be mine again. Need some moral support people. None of the events described in this post are false.

UPDATE : GUYS THE COCKROACH DIED ON ITS OWN. ITS PROBABLY MY PEST CONTROL GEL. YES TO EVERYONE SUGGESTING IT, I HAVE ALREADY GOTTEN IT DONE. THANKS FOR EVERYONE WHO PRAYED FOR MY WELL-BEING IN THIS DIFFICULT TIME. CIAO.