Friday, March 10, 2006

Under Attack

It’s that time of year, when cockroaches start trooping through the house, making themselves at home. What I love about those nasty German Cockroaches that we have in TX, is that in Charleston, South Carolina, they call them “Palmetto Bugs”. Such a refined, distinguished name for something that makes me scream like a little girl. Those things are evil, they fly after you, and they show no mercy. I swear that they can talk.

I always remember right about now one of my favorite Bloom County cartoons where the cockroach informs the penguin that the cockroach is invincible, and cannot be killed, and will still be alive after worldwide nuclear destruction. The penguin looks at the cockroach, and then steps on it. It always makes me laugh.

But after last night’s cockroach episode, where I opened a cabinet to get a dish, and there was one, on it’s back, on my top dinner plate. After I screamed, danced about a bit in the kitchen, yelling obscenities to the cockroach, who supposedly was just looking for water, I try to get it out of the cabinet and into the garbage. Will someone please answer this for me? Why does the cockroach “play dead”, but when you try to move it, it starts scuttling towards you as if it’s got another 100 years left in it? I tossed that damn thing so fast in the garbage before it could run up my arm, and then pulled every dish out of the cabinet because now they are all contaminated. Contamination by association.

So does anyone know the reason for the death act the cockroach plays before its final minutes on earth where I try to kill it with every household cleaner I can get my hands on? In my opinion, if the cockroach is on its back, legs up, antennae drooped, then it should be D.E.A.D.

1 comment:

Sandy said...

I just found your blog and this entry just has me laughing so hard. It's too funny. I HATE the roaches. We have a great pest control person that sprays our house but I SWEAR those things are evil. I find a few now turned upside down and I still make my husband pick them up. I think that my "hell" (I hope I don't go there) will have life-size cockroaches after me.