Maybe I should just begin with this encounter I had in my bathroom 2 days ago.
It was 11 plus. Late and I had to grab all time to TRY and log on to PS. No time must be lost for my interaction. ;)
Just as I was ready to step into my bathroom, I saw this huge cockroach roaming around the toilet bowl.
"ekk", I thought and immediately, I grabbed the apparently odourless Shieldtox and sprayed once. Well, I was going to bathe and I didn't like the idea of breathing in insect poison fumes.
And cockroaches, being cockroaches, that hardy one continued to move, at a healthy speed but that wasn't going to deter me from bathing.
I kept my eyes on that strange cockroach, which was scurrying around in my little toilet. "It's ok. I'll just get it later. So long as it stays away from me. I am fine."
But when I was drying myself, it decided to charge towards me for whatever reasons I can't fathom, and so we did a short bollywood dance, revolving around the bathtub and bathroom tiles.
"why can't you just die earlier dude? Earlier the better. I have been really tempted to smash you with my bathroom slippers but no, i don't really want to dirty it and cleaning your body will be a chore. So why don't you just drop dead. Like stop moving"?
I think cockroaches can't understand that many words at one go. And whatever it tried to convey by chasing me in the toilet, I reckon I didn't understand any of it as well.
Our conversation ended with a few more powerful sprays from the trusty blue can. The body was taken care of by my father. I think he flushed it away.
xx
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