Wednesday, October 03, 2007


the tale of keeping cockroaches in the bathroom : chapter 1


Yesterday night I saw it in my bathroom. It scared me because when I was peeing it suddenly scrambled out from behind the toilet bowl. Alarmed, I threw a book at it. It crawled out from beneath the book and ran amok in my bathroom. It ran nearer to the bathroom door and I stared at it, daring it to go into my bedroom. And it did. I was pissed, so I threw another book at it. It crawled out from beneath the book again and ran amok in my bedroom. I chased it around my bedroom and finally back into the bathroom. I closed the door to trap it inside. After an hour I went back and saw it lying on the floor 四脚朝天. I decided that I will deal with its corpse tomorrow morning.


This morning I opened the toilet door and saw it dancing around in my bathroom. I was quite awed but decided to get rid of it once and for all anyways. Because I didn't want to touch it with my hands (usually I will just pick any bug up with tissue and throw it down the building; I live on the 28th storey), I placed a cup over it. Just when I was thinking how I'm supposed to pick it up without touching it and without it escaping, I was reminded of an experiment I've learnt in primary school. The experiment was about teaching you that plants take in carbon dioxide and give out oxygen. It included 2 belljars; one containing a single insect, one containing an insect and a plant. The result of the experiment was that after a few days the insect in the first belljar died while the second one is still alive. I thought it would be fun to see how long it could stay alive in the cup without any plants, hoho. Then I went to bathe. When I came out, it was still alive (I might have bathed for at least 45 minutes). I shook the cup and it scrambled hysterically in the cup. Amused, I went out to eat lunch.


Just a minute ago I decided to visit it again. It was still alive. I shook the cup again, but this time it merely twitched its feelers. Looks like it won't last for another hour or two, hohoho.


Now I'm torn between just suffocating it like this or drowning it in my toilet bowl. Either seems really fun.



Nini @ 2:58 PM