Cockroach: (n) a beetlelike insect with long antennae and legs, feeding by scavenging
If you wish to impress someone, tell him or her that you’re planning on preparing and serving lobster for dinner.
If for some reason, you are in need of getting rid of an old friend, or just want to keep someone out of your hair, tell him or her you have to get home to set roach traps.
Cockroaches are not just bugs.
They aren’t merely creatures crawling on the Earth, sharing space with us during our sojourn.
There are many annoying things about them. Actually, they hit on ALL the frustration buttons available, sending human beings into a tizzy.
- They have been around longer than we have, and according to scientific projections, will be sweeping up after we leave.
- They have no standards whatsoever for the joints they frequent, so they carry disease and gunk with them everywhere they go.
- They are sneaky, but once they have proof that you’re incapable of destroying them, they’re very willing to crawl into your living room while you’re binge-watching your favorite show and peer at you, mocking you, with full confidence in their little tiny grubby hearts that you will not get up and squash them.
- They multiply very quickly and their children seem more obedient to their cause then our own.
- And of course, they’re a symbol and stigma of poverty, and perhaps the definition for having a filthy house.
This just pisses us off. Cockroaches don’t care.
They can be exterminated, but not terminated.
They can be discouraged, but not overtaken.
And they can be insulted, and roll right back over to crawl around with their nasty, hairy legs–through all of our things.
I don’t like cockroaches.
I don’t think cockroaches like me.
I’ve had cockroaches.
I fear that cockroaches have had me.
I don’t think we’ll ever work out a deal.
But I hope that someday, when they inherit the Earth, there will be some creature to come along that gives them the creeps.