I like waking up early as much as I love cockroaches. When that alarm goes off, I curse my life. And then I get up because I remember that I don’t have one. A life, that is. No-one forced me to move from fat to fit. And then try and remain there because fat is a bastard, always lurking around, hiding in a bottle of wine or a box of pizza.
I work my way through all seven dwarfs from the time that my eyes open until the moment I can close them again. Grumpy is up first and once he leaves, they follow one after the other, until I usually get stuck with Happy. Or Funny, who’s the illegitimate child of Snow White and Shrek. Sometimes I end up with Bashful…
All my shoes are piled at the bottom of my closet because the Wife doesn’t want to organise them in neatly sorted pairs. I have to dig for my sneakers every morning at a time when my eyes are still trying to remember how they’re suppose to function. Other people frown when you walk into a gym wearing shorts and shiny, black shoes.
It turns out that the dark corner at the bottom of my closet is also a cross-dimensional porthole from hell, as that would be the only explanation why a f*cking cockroach would be scurrying across my hand that early in the morning. And he wasn’t little! This atrocious piece of wasted creation was the Godfather of a freakishly large, mutated clan of despicable, disgusting, horrendous family of cockroaches.
I did what any normal 42-year-old man would do. Especially considering the fact that this man is still dealing with Grumpy whilst trying to be a caring father, a loving husband and a ferocious protector of his family. I retracted my hand, jumped up and flung the bug across the room, all before anyone could blink. It was like that scene in X-men with Quicksilver but without the awesome theme music.
Oh and did I mention, I screamed like a little girl as I was doing it…
I chased the monster and got to him before he reached the ground. As he dropped, I squashed it. Thirty-two times…which is when I stopped counting. Some might say I was auditioning for a part in the Lord of the Dance. But more important was the fact that the thing was dead. And in pieces.
There was bug-juice everywhere, dripping from the walls, the closet doors, my legs. It was splattered across the floor, oozing down the stairs. My chest, puffing from the effort, was drenched in the stuff and pieces of goo and guts stuck to my hair and face. I took a shovel and scooped up all the broken pieces of it’s body and dumped it in a refuse bag. Or more accurately, in four bags. I placed his head on a stake/toothpick at the bottom of my closet as a warning to the others. Then I took a selfie…
And that marks the second time this week where the Wife was laughing uncontrollably…
I’d tear down that closet right away.
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So would I but what to do with the shoes then?
Besides I’ve fumigated the whole neighborhood and I believe the whole family to be dead. Unless off course, they plan on making another appearance in the name of Godfather 2, but hey, when did that ever happen?
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I wrote you a poem titled “Poor Little Roach”
Poor little roach been hiding all night
Open the cupboard and witness his fright
People step on him, they don’t care
Poor little roach’s pain is too much to bear
Poor little roach does not even put up a fight
Bwahaha@stake – they are not bloodsuckers!
Or are they?
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They are repulsive that’s what they are!! So stake it is…
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And thanks for the poem…me thinks..
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Hahaha! Don’t be too hard on yourself. It came at you during a very sensitive time. I’m all too familiar with the half-blind grumpy weekday woes of a freshly woken activity.
I should warn you of a secret weapon that roaches wield however; hundreds of eggs hidden in the recesses of their undercarriage! If you squish them with your shoes and then do a victory lap about the house, you run the risk of depositing said eggs throughout. Thus increasing their gross/evil numbers.
Either way, you’ve battled fiercely and welcomed the day as a true warrior. You shall sup at the high table in Valhalla!
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You know James, this is why I have friends like you. People whose company I enjoy, people who I like to meet one day, people who tell me things that will make me lie awake for several nights, fearing the infestation that is deemed to come one day…
Thanks once again trusted friend.
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Well, look at it this way, you can’t wake up grumpy of you never went to sleep in the first place! Huzzah! You win again!
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Yes I agree, but I would prefer to go to bed with thoughts of Snow White…if you know what I mean…
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She does love to munch on the apple 😉 Too far?
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if you said she loves to suck on a toffee apple then it would have been too far…
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And talk about woes in the morning, you should check out my other experience with a critter of sorts…as addressed in An Open Letter to Naked Guy which I posted yesterday…
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Oh, I gotta check that one…
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You mean, check the post, right?
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Yes yes. Of course. Um, eh… How bout that sporting event/game the other day…
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I was really impressed with how John scored the winning points. The Eagles are really good this season.
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Also, sorry about being naked…
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As you were good man, as you were. Just hide your light saber from the general public.
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Ai,jy laat my altyd lekker lag!
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Ek hou daarvan…sommer baie!
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I used an entire can of fly-spray on the one cockroach. There was a six-inch pile of white foam on the wall – and it walked off…
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So you were trying to drown it then? As these critters are known to survive a nuclear holocaust, I’m not at all surprised that he lived through an attack of fly-spray.
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I didn’t want to end up looking in the face like my SA friend. And besides, while I was spraying the thing I was screaming like a girl – that should’ve scared it off.
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You may have scared a few kids though…
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It’ll do the kids god. Make ’em tough – like an All Black.
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So you went there…did you?
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I too have danced and screamed like a little girl when an unusually large bug landed on me. That was witnessed by not just wife, but her dad, too. Yeah, not my manliest moment.
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I don’t consider myself to be particularly squeamish of bugs, but let’s face it, cockroaches are not bugs, they’re an abomination of nature.
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Heeheee! The almighty repylsive roach. Do you know the movie Joe’s Apartment? Old, old movie. Maybe somewhere in your house there’s a colony breeding and about to do a take over…! :p
But hey! At least you made your wife laugh. That’s a good deed.😉
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I’ve seen that movie and has never slept properly since!
And then there was that one scene in Enchanted where they are supposed to help in cleaning the apartment….sick…sick…sick. I went into the theater, thinking it was a Disney movie. Didn’t expect a horror flick…
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Hee…heee…! Well..you know what they say and do for exposure therapy…maybe, just maybe since you are already going to counselling…:p
But really, that movie, I agree is quite sick. Makes my skin crawl…all of them crittering all over the apartment at once. Yuck.Yuck! *shudder*
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I haven’t seen Enchanted and now I’m not compelled to do so. Thanks for the heads up! 🙂
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It’s not a bad movie…it just has a bad scene…
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I believe you! 😀
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Have you ever read Kafka’s novel about the ordinary guy who wakes up one morning, only to find out that overnight he turned into a giant cockroach??? Geez you version is a GIANT improvement…..
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Oh. My. Gawd. That is my worst nightmare.
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