I don't mean to start this entry with that. But that's what happened just before I blogged. I was on the phone with dearie when my elder sister(I emphasize on the word "elder") came screaming for me telling me that the cockroach she saw earlier has reappeared in the kitchen. She was watching some english movie in the living room just now when she first saw it. Imagine the power of the small black creature. To her of course, it looked big. But when I saw it, I had to say she got to be kidding. Anyway, I took some newspaper and rolled it into a bat before hitting the cockroach hard and fast.
"Splat!!!" And there went the cockroach laying limp on the floor, leaving behind traces of cockroach "juice" on the newspaper. And I don't think it would taste great.
Fact was, the cockroach didn't get a proper burial. I merely scooped the "souless" cockroach with the newspaper before sending it down the chute. It should belong back there, shouldn't it?
Ok, one down.
But that doesn't make any difference. They have been roaming the world even before the dinosaurs existed. So next time you see a cockroach, just pretend you didn't see it. Maybe you can hope that your scream can drive the cockroach away. But next time, try harder.
Come to think of it. If cockroaches like to roam in darkness, shouldn't they stop camouflaging and turn white?! But honestly, I have seen a white cockroach before, believe it or not.
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