While the girls are away, the cockroach will play...

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIK!!! Martine comes running into our livingroom, screaming hysterically. "What, WHAT??" - "There's a f*** cockroach in my room!!" Guess you can figure out what happened next... We all jumped up in the couch, pushing each other, trying to get just one girl down on the floor and then forcing her to take action. That didn't work out so great so we decided: always stick together. How could we forget? When upon attack, never leave each others side. So we all went in Martines bedroom together, getting down on our knees, slowly lifting up the bedsheets and peeking under her bed.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIK!!! ...back up in the couch. We're not kidding when we say: it came flying at us. Homeboy had wings. "GET a box, get a freakin box", Anniken yells. While in pannick, Martine reaches for the first thing available to her. She throws a book, and it hits with a bang. Homeboy was dead! But of course, Anniken had just read on google: "do not kill the cockroaches, hundreds will show up to the funeral." Oh, snap! Panick! "Get the window spray". "I'll get the desinfection." "Close the balkony door." And so we went on for a while.  Of course the cockroach had to come into our appartment... attacking perhaps the three biggest wussies in Waikiki. We're finally cooled down now. Well, not exactly. Martine went to bed, praying for all cockroaches to disappear into the sky. Lisa decided to get drunk and forget about the whole incident. Anniken on the other hand, went cleaning psycho. "No way I'll let homeboy spread eggs all over our floors, maybe homeboy is a homegirl".

So, our fellow Norwegians. Take this chance to stop feeling so jealous of us being in Hawai'i, and you being stuck in Norway. Just think of this little fellow... You're lucky he doesn't like cold weather!