Thursday, July 07, 2005

PS: Bastards and Bitches

Last night, I came home from the pub late, and, as usual, cautiously turned on the lights in the kitchen, awaiting the cockroach scrunching... but to my surprise, the floor was deserted! No bastards in sight. I peaked in every coner of our tiny kitchen, and did not find a single one. To tell you the truth, I was almost disappointed...
And then, suddenly, I heard a little scurrying from behind the fridge, and there was my answer: a mouse darted by my feet, from under the fridge straight to under the washing maching. The bitches are back!
If it's not a cockroach, it's a mouse. They take it in turns to bid me good night...
The Health Service people who earnestly practice rodent-control were scheduled to come today, but, of course, because of the explosions, they never showed up...

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

i m the mouse u saw last night. if u kill me i ll haunt u for the rest of ur life.

Rasha said...

hello, mouse, just wanted to tell you that, unless you disappear, i will hunt you for the rest of your life.

the_soup_can said...

when i was leaving home yesterday morning, i met up with a huge cockroach...the bastard was runing forth and back as if he was waiting for somebody...when i came back by night i saw him again, but he's dead with two of his friends...the gang got a bad deal for this day

Rasha said...

The worse thing is seeing a dead cockroach that you didn't kill... I mean, why can't they die in their hole somewhere?! Do they have to piss you off up until their very last breath?