I made a new friend this weekend, not your conventional kind, but hey, who’s keeping tabs? I was showering when something smacked against me. It was like, “Huh, what the…?” It was a teeny tiny little bug – I think she might have been confused or something, so I popped it on the window sill – first time I went around to see how she’s doing she jumped at me and so it’s been going. It’s quite sweet actually
I admit, I’m not a bug person and had it come at a different time it might have been curtains for it, because it’s a cockroach. But these days, luckily, I like all living things big and small. I might not want to share my house, for instance, but that doesn’t mean it has to die. Pop it outside and let it live. That way the bug family can’t get annoyed with you for massacring their kith and kin and so you get to live another day! Let’s face is, being eaten alive by bugs is about the same as being knocked over by an ice cream truck – it’s just not on.
As I am finishing this post I know it’s time to brush my teeth before I head out to pound the pavements – the little buggy one will be there at the basin, winking and waving at me. Unless the cat got to it of course, which would be a great pity – but so it goes, eh?
Harvey looks something like that. I found out it’s actually a girlie cockroach – manly cape mountain cockroaches have wings, girly ones don’t and they give live birth. Might have to build her a nest?