Ladies and gentlemen, here you have photographic evidence of the largest cockroach I've seen outside of zoos. This roach is living (and now [mostly?] dead) proof that the evil eye is REAL, folks. Just the other day I was thinking to myself, "Wow! I am really lucky. I haven't seen one gigantic enormous cockroach in this house yet. Guess there aren't any horrifyingly ginormous roaches here. Hahahaha! LOL" Well, guess what. I just walked into the bathroom, going to innocently wash some clothes, and this beast was in there. I pretty much went into hysterics which is what I do when I see roaches, especially on this scale. I *hate* roaches more than anything. I won't kill mosquitoes that potentially carry viral fever, malaria, or dengue, but I will kill roaches. I've only ever murdered one other roach in my life, and that was back in 1999. I've killed other roaches I am sure, but this was grisly murder I tell you. Many of you have already heard the Roscoe story. One day I will share it with others. This story, however, is not so quaint. It took about 10 minutes of jumping around with a broom, beating it with all the force I could muster, before he pretty much bit the dust. Then again, I am not sure he is dead now because once he seemed somewhat immobilized I covered him up with a plastic cup. Basically this roach did not want to die. I beat him so many times and then he would fall down and look dead for a few seconds. Then the antennae would start to flutter and damned if that sucker didn't come back to life over and over again. It was a pretty awful situation for me, as a supposed vegan, to be murdering a creature, even one as ugly as this. But I found that rage, fueled by pure disgust and hatred, was an effective catalyst.
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