As you may previously read, I am waging war on the cockroaches that have in their infinite wisdom decided adopt the “mi casa es su casa” philosophy and make my place their damn home. So in a recent midnight rampage after seeing just one too many of their kindred in the kitchen, I moved, dismantled, swore at, then cleaned, sprayed and baited everything. I was so enraged and determined to put this to an end.
I kid you not, within 24hrs, I was seeing the fruits of may lunatic like labours. Those dirty like critters were staggering like drunks out of a bar. And every time I saw one, I pounced with glee upon it ‘passing it over to it’s maker’ I even took sick delight when I noticed if it was carrying an egg sack – felt like I got a 2 for 1 deal mawahahaha…
But my greatest joy came from seeing my 2 yr old hatchling stomp on one and exclaim in an unnecessarily loud voice “I got it!” “Look mummy, look”
Yes sweety you did and mummy is so so proud of her little huntress :o)
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