slyc_willie
Captain Crash
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if you have ever lived in Texas, or visited, or even heard of the place, you know we have a saying: "Everything's bigger in Texas."
That may or may not be physically true, but it sure as hell was proved tonight.
I have a ground-floor apartment. That means that, now and then, I get an unwelcome visitor from time to time. Now, I hate roaches. I despise the freakin' things. It goes back to an experience I had when I was sixteen, shortly after moving here. Having a roach crawl across your neck in the middle of the night and get wonders for initiating a phobia.
Anyway, I was chatting with a good friend tonight and happened to catch movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn to look, and there it is: the biggest roach I have ever seen. I kid you not, this sucker was a good three inches long, if not more.
After I got over my initial, shuddering revulsion, I looked for a suitable bashing implement: the good old rolled-up newspaper.
I stood over the thing, it was just sitting there, on my carpet, feelers tasting the air. I steeled myself, got ready to make it One with the Carpet . . . .
The fucking thing stood up.
I am not bullshitting. A damn roach STOOD UP ON IT'S HIND LEGS!
I was stunned, and even more freaked out. Worse still, the roach just stood there, staring at me, as if daring me to smash it. Like, it knew something I didn't.
Well, I tossed away the rolled-up newspaper, grabbed my ottoman, and turned it over. Damn thing weighs a good forty pounds, so . . . SLAM!
It's still laying there, upside down, Mr. (hopefully) Dead Roach still squashed beneath it.
I ain't moving it until morning . . . .
That may or may not be physically true, but it sure as hell was proved tonight.
I have a ground-floor apartment. That means that, now and then, I get an unwelcome visitor from time to time. Now, I hate roaches. I despise the freakin' things. It goes back to an experience I had when I was sixteen, shortly after moving here. Having a roach crawl across your neck in the middle of the night and get wonders for initiating a phobia.
Anyway, I was chatting with a good friend tonight and happened to catch movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn to look, and there it is: the biggest roach I have ever seen. I kid you not, this sucker was a good three inches long, if not more.
After I got over my initial, shuddering revulsion, I looked for a suitable bashing implement: the good old rolled-up newspaper.
I stood over the thing, it was just sitting there, on my carpet, feelers tasting the air. I steeled myself, got ready to make it One with the Carpet . . . .
The fucking thing stood up.
I am not bullshitting. A damn roach STOOD UP ON IT'S HIND LEGS!
I was stunned, and even more freaked out. Worse still, the roach just stood there, staring at me, as if daring me to smash it. Like, it knew something I didn't.
Well, I tossed away the rolled-up newspaper, grabbed my ottoman, and turned it over. Damn thing weighs a good forty pounds, so . . . SLAM!
It's still laying there, upside down, Mr. (hopefully) Dead Roach still squashed beneath it.
I ain't moving it until morning . . . .