OK. I'll admit that I've lived a sheltered life all these past few decades, living in the cool and clammy Pac NW. I haven't had to contend with a cockroach since my brief time in Georgia while in the Army and I was a teenager then. There were cockroaches there that you could
hear scurring about, they were so big! Those of you who live in the warmer zones of the US have to contend with these critters on a regular basis but I just had my first cockroach experience in years tonite in my room at the Castillo.
I was chilling out with a nice glass of Flor de Cana and watching some TV when I spotted the dude on the wall opposite me. I grabbed the first weapon I could find which was my spanish text book, about a half inch thick. Whack! And down he went!
I was feeling pertty proud of myself! Got 'em on the first try! Though I did find my prey to be no where as quick as any of my previous foe I was still proud of my self for my one-shot, one-kill skill. I didn't want to use my text book to scoop up the carcas so I just knocked him to the wall, leaving him for the maid to sweep up in the morning. My second mistake!
First of all, evidenty the force generated by my book (F=mA) was only sufficient to deliver a stunning blow. Later, I swore that I saw something moving on the floor out of the corner of my eye but the lights were low and I was on my 3rd drink. Finally, I got up to take a whiz and there he was in the bano! Okay, no book this time. I reached for the heavy artillery, a shoe! This time he saw me coming and tried to escape. Still not fast enough for me! Whack! again! This time there was beetle juice on the floor so he was a gonner (I think). Wanting to end this game I tore a sheet of paper out of my notebook, scooped up the corpse and carried it outside for disposal.
Mankind - 1, the animal world - 0.
But then, these guys have survived ice ages and cataclisims and are still thriving. Somehow I doubt that the game is really over!
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