She and I both freaked while Joe ran to get a killing shoe . He whacked it with the broom instead and charged me with scooping it into the dust pan . When I attempted this feat , cringing in fear , the fucker decided to give it one more go and sputtered around the room a few more seconds . I screamed and told Joe it was n't dead , but we can no longer find it to make sure . That thing had better die overnight , because I am not in the mood .

Question: What were they trying to kill ?
Answer: A personA bugA dogNone of the above choices .