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Sunday, October 15, 2006

Honey, I killed the Cockroach!


People for Ethical Treatment of Animals should answer some of my questions. What will you do if you find a family of cockroaches reside with yours? Will you live and let them live, or catch hold of them and safely relocate them to some other location, or move yourself away from them since they have been around the place before you had actually come to the place? OK. That's a tough question, for which I had been breaking my head to find an answer, at least until one of the arthropods casually crossed over my legs with remarkable 'cockiness'.

The solution was a well known brand of insecticide. Though I didn't like the very idea, there was no other way, though! I just bathed the cockroach with a fine spray of the poison. Alas! The poor thing eccentrically exhibited a Brownian motion of sorts before falling on its back, only to give up, unable to withstand the torturing stings of the spray. All was over in minutes. Similar fate was meted to her kith and kin and it was just a day's work for me.

Now the spray can lies idle, there on the shelf, as if grinning, with a sense of false pride that it can kill as it likes, when someone presses taps its head. Still, I feel a vicious cycle of having cockroaches 'walking' over my legs, before dying of suffocation. I might be hallucinating. But the ghosts still keep haunting.