Apr 15, 2011

Not quite The Metamorphosis

Woke up one morning to find I’d shared my bed with a cockroach. I’d pulled off my bedspread to shake it out and found him lying there on the sheets, all twitchy and dying. So at least I know the insecticide in the mosquito netting still works. I shook him off, stabbed him a few times with a stick and separated him into three or four pieces. Hopefully cockroaches aren’t one of those animals that can regenerate from an arm. Not that it mattered, because an army of ants quickly arrived and consumed him.

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