Roaches
I do not have a picture of a real live cockroach because my first priority isn’t to find my phone when one is skittering across the counter. Especially after the egg box incident. The one where the box of nine dozens eggs was crawling with literally dozens and dozens . . . and yes dozens more roaches . . . through the cartons . . . and onto the counters . . . and into the kitchen drawers. This apparently is not the norm for egg boxes, but I will be skeptical of bringing them into the house for some time to come. (We have since bought another egg box that was safely inspected on the back porch with a total of zero roaches inside).
The toys in the picture are the ones the kids keep trying to trick us with . . . on the counter . . . in the bed . . . they may end up in the trash soon. 🙂
This is a poem from The Llama Who Had No Pajama by Mary Ann Hoberman about roaches. It seemed fitting.
COCKROACH
Is there nothing to be said about the cockroach which is kind?
Praise or admiration is impossible to find.
No one seems to care for it or welcome its approaches.
Everyone steers clear of it except for other roaches.
If people treated me that way, I know that I should mind.
Is there nothing to be said about the cockroach which is kind?
Is there nothing to be said about the cockroach with is nice?
It must have done a favor for somebody once or twice.
No one will speak up for it in friendly conversations.
Everyone cold-shoulders it except for its relations.
Whenever it is mentioned, people’s faces turn to ice.
Is there nothing to be said about the cockroach which is nice?
Is there nothing to be said about the cockroach which is good?
I can’t avoid the feeling that it’s quite misunderstood,
But all that I can tell you is it does keep very quiet,
And if you’ve got some bedbugs, it will add them to its diet.
I’d like to be more positive; I really wish I could.
Is there nothing to be said about the cockroach which is good?
