~ Put a sock in it !

Dear readers, I am pleased to announce that the war has ended and we, the humans had the last victory. Yes, Richie La Rocha is DEAD. I was brushing my teeth at the kitchen sink when something fell on my hands and dropped into the sink. It was Richie squirming in agony, no doubt from an overdose of Mortien. My toostpaste filled shriek soon gathered my cousins to the kitchen. Ashi and I let out a tiny girlie scream, not because we were afraid of roaches but simply because we felt it the appropriate thing for a girl to do. Yea, we are drama queens. Please find enclosed the proof of Richie La Rocha’s demise.

Dear readers, I imagine as you read the title of this entry, your eyes might have grown wider and your mind possibly conjured up images of kiasu colleagues, demanding bosses, the ticket lady at the train station with the constant PMS, the grouchy cab driver or even your neighbour’s aggressive Chihuahua . Please be warned that things are not as they seem. The miserable vermin that I speak of here is a cockroach. And yes, you might say, “But my boss is a cockroach!” and I am sure you have your reasons for such strong convictions. But nevertheless, I mean the creature with the six insecticide legs, the creepy glare and the dirty shade of dark brown plastic skin. My cousins and I have occasionally seen this particular pest strolling about on our kitchen counter. One cousin (Rina) even had the misfortune of seeing him do the backstroke in her cup of milo. I thought it was hilarious until of course, I caught him snacking on my sandwich. Nobody messes with my triple deck smoked chicken and ...