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dragonoflife) wrote2001-05-25 11:54 am
dragonoflife) wrote2001-05-25 11:54 am
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Dragon vs. Cockroach: Two Pinnacles of Evolution Duel!
Last night I was sitting here merrily staring at the screen bored out of my skull when my (new) roommate, who was packing his suitcase, drops it suddenly, jumps back, and starts yelling.
Apparantly he had brought a King-Sized Cockroach into the room with his suitcase, and it was crawling around inside his clothes. I handed him a poking stick, and he prodded the cockroach out, where it promptly disappeared. He found it a few minutes later in his shoe.
Noticing that he seemed more afraid of it than vice versa, I go to look. I take the stick from him as he starts babbling about how much he hates bugs, especially cockroaches. I whack the bag the cockroach is hiding under and send it scurrying into the empty closet.
"Let's just never open that closet again," my roommate says, proposing to shove a plastic bag under the door so it can't escape and will starve. Fat chance, says I -- I don't want it to escape. (And at this point, I'm angry at it for evading me.)
Brandishing the poking stick, I fling the door open and start jabbing at the cockroach. He was a fast little bugger, though, and I literally had to bat him back into the closet at one point. A quick sweep of the stick disabled it, and with one (old) shoe, I sent it to Cockroach Hell.
The lesson here? Dragons can beat Cockroaches hands down, any day of the week.
Apparantly he had brought a King-Sized Cockroach into the room with his suitcase, and it was crawling around inside his clothes. I handed him a poking stick, and he prodded the cockroach out, where it promptly disappeared. He found it a few minutes later in his shoe.
Noticing that he seemed more afraid of it than vice versa, I go to look. I take the stick from him as he starts babbling about how much he hates bugs, especially cockroaches. I whack the bag the cockroach is hiding under and send it scurrying into the empty closet.
"Let's just never open that closet again," my roommate says, proposing to shove a plastic bag under the door so it can't escape and will starve. Fat chance, says I -- I don't want it to escape. (And at this point, I'm angry at it for evading me.)
Brandishing the poking stick, I fling the door open and start jabbing at the cockroach. He was a fast little bugger, though, and I literally had to bat him back into the closet at one point. A quick sweep of the stick disabled it, and with one (old) shoe, I sent it to Cockroach Hell.
The lesson here? Dragons can beat Cockroaches hands down, any day of the week.