As metaphorical as the this title may seem, it isn't. This is about a Certain cockroach in a corporate office, in my cubicle if you want the details. When I first noticed him (or a her, I am no Roach-ologist), I was in the course of making an incredible discovery that could solve the world food crisis; Alright, I was surfing the internet; aaarghhh, alright, I was facebooking. But that is not what this post is about, it is about Cockroach Jr.
The protagonist is a brown, not completely unfortunate looking insect belonging to the species Jabumba Jabusa (I am in no mood to google a pest's scientific name, to sound intelligent to you). He was the size of three peas together. Imagine small peas, if you please.
All the time, I had learnt about Cockroaches outliving the dinosaurs I didn't believe. I thought the Roach-ologists were seriously confused when they said that. But when I saw Cockroach Jr come to life after my seventeen unsuccessful and three almost successful attempts to murder, I should admit, the dinosaurs with their bird-sized brains didn't have a chance.
The Intelligent patterns the protagonist adopts in his fight for survival and his urge to irritate me are as follows:
1) They move close to things you do not want to disturb. Glasses, Ceramic plates or like in my case, the laptop with a dock so sensitive that a light breeze could disrupt connectivity.
2) They never run in the same direction for long. They keep their movements hard to predict. For example, when you chase an ant and there is a wall, you know it would take one of the three paths (up, left or right) not in the case of the trained GI Joe cockroaches.
3) They look yuck and by the time you make sure that the file you are holding is ok to have a shapeless squiggly stain, they run out of sight.
4) They come taunt you every possible time when they are prepared, so that when they are really unprepared the probability, that you notice that your chances aren't that futile, is low
5) The most important of them all, the smirking face. That lopsided grin (I bet I saw him look up and smirk at me, kinda like Jerry irritates Tom, as I waited for him to get out of the proximity of my laptop) he gives every time he peeps out of the multitude of wires to provoke me! My self-esteem jumps down a cliff, everytime.
I hated them during Zoology labs, I hated them with all the 'Hit' and 'Lakshman Rekha' I could find and now, I hate them because he is no ordinary enemy.
Roach-er that!
The protagonist is a brown, not completely unfortunate looking insect belonging to the species Jabumba Jabusa (I am in no mood to google a pest's scientific name, to sound intelligent to you). He was the size of three peas together. Imagine small peas, if you please.
All the time, I had learnt about Cockroaches outliving the dinosaurs I didn't believe. I thought the Roach-ologists were seriously confused when they said that. But when I saw Cockroach Jr come to life after my seventeen unsuccessful and three almost successful attempts to murder, I should admit, the dinosaurs with their bird-sized brains didn't have a chance.
The Intelligent patterns the protagonist adopts in his fight for survival and his urge to irritate me are as follows:
1) They move close to things you do not want to disturb. Glasses, Ceramic plates or like in my case, the laptop with a dock so sensitive that a light breeze could disrupt connectivity.
2) They never run in the same direction for long. They keep their movements hard to predict. For example, when you chase an ant and there is a wall, you know it would take one of the three paths (up, left or right) not in the case of the trained GI Joe cockroaches.
3) They look yuck and by the time you make sure that the file you are holding is ok to have a shapeless squiggly stain, they run out of sight.
4) They come taunt you every possible time when they are prepared, so that when they are really unprepared the probability, that you notice that your chances aren't that futile, is low
5) The most important of them all, the smirking face. That lopsided grin (I bet I saw him look up and smirk at me, kinda like Jerry irritates Tom, as I waited for him to get out of the proximity of my laptop) he gives every time he peeps out of the multitude of wires to provoke me! My self-esteem jumps down a cliff, everytime.
I hated them during Zoology labs, I hated them with all the 'Hit' and 'Lakshman Rekha' I could find and now, I hate them because he is no ordinary enemy.
Roach-er that!
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