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5 cockroaches down, a thousand and one more to go. One lies dead poisoned by insect spray, three lies squashed being dragged home by buyadores ants ( could almost hear them roar VIVA! ) and the last one's splattered on the wall thanks to a well aimed rubber projectile that used to be on my foot.
What's so special about tonight by the way? Why are there suddenly scores of cockroaches (which is a funny name for an insect by the way if you think about it - brings to mind regular roaches gifted with cocks) flying around the house? Asked my younger sister about it to which she answered "its gonna rain". And so?? It sure as hell not gonna rain inside the house. What's the rain ruckus for?
I wonder how many people die each year because of roaches? Falling down the stairs as they try to avoid them, cracking their heads against tiles as they try to kill the fuckers or having a heart attack thinking about where the fuckers hid? Must be a pretty senseless and stupid way to die. "here lies Bert, killed in action while trying to squash a cockroach".
Also, why do flying roaches have that nasty habit of trying to land on people's foreheads? Do they somehow think this is an airstrip? Do they even realize that their aerial acrobatics could substantially decrease their probabilities of living another day? Encouraging guys to fight like barbarians armed with rubber slippers as much as to flee like a bunch of homos.
Some say the best defense is the best offense and this sometimes translates into being scary at times. Sometimes our opponent calls our bluff and creams us good in the process but that's life for you. And yet sometimes its better to just blend in the background and hope to God you look like a part of the furniture rather than confront the threat and get squashed to kingdom come. Today, Some roaches hid and some flew like kamikaze planes. Most of those who flew now lies dead or dying - they're last thoughts being "What the fuck was that??!!"
Some also say revenge is a dish best served cold and hitting where it hurts best is many times better than a bluff.
In this sense, some cockroaches are a lot more intelligent than others. One of them bit me in the eye while i was asleep. 5 dead comrades were avenged while the great giant squasher that was me tossed and turned for the rest of the night with a swollen eye. Oh how the mighty exterminator has fallen!
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