A few days ago, I walked into the bathroom where I had a few clothes thrown here and there. This is when I met Larry. Larry was a Palmetto Bug; like a large cockroach, but here in Florida, we call it a Palmetto bug when friends come to visit to trick them into thinking we don’t have large roaches roaming about.
Larry ran under a pile of clothes and I slammed my foot down in his general area. He must have taken a hit. A day later, I see Larry on the bathroom floor on his belly. He didn’t look too good; his legs twitching, his movements obtuse. He obviously wasn’t going anywhere.
Over the next few days, I watched Larry. He would make an effort to move when I came into the bathroom. I’d sit on the john, something I often do since my doowadnum has been acting up, and I’d blow air at Larry. He’d jerk around a little and then settle down until the next blast of beer-filled air hit him on the back.
Last night, Larry had flipped to his back. I found some lead from a mechanical pencil on the floor. I stabbed him in the thorax with it, then jabbed him in the throat. Larry was still with me. He kicked and jerked as if to say my ancestors will rule the world.
**** your ancestors, Larry. Today, when I blew air on you, you reacted with nothing more than nerve impulse. Awhile later, no reaction. I bit the head off of Larry around 8:30 Eastern time, August 2, 2009. For now, humans rule ‘this’ world.
Larry ran under a pile of clothes and I slammed my foot down in his general area. He must have taken a hit. A day later, I see Larry on the bathroom floor on his belly. He didn’t look too good; his legs twitching, his movements obtuse. He obviously wasn’t going anywhere.
Over the next few days, I watched Larry. He would make an effort to move when I came into the bathroom. I’d sit on the john, something I often do since my doowadnum has been acting up, and I’d blow air at Larry. He’d jerk around a little and then settle down until the next blast of beer-filled air hit him on the back.
Last night, Larry had flipped to his back. I found some lead from a mechanical pencil on the floor. I stabbed him in the thorax with it, then jabbed him in the throat. Larry was still with me. He kicked and jerked as if to say my ancestors will rule the world.
**** your ancestors, Larry. Today, when I blew air on you, you reacted with nothing more than nerve impulse. Awhile later, no reaction. I bit the head off of Larry around 8:30 Eastern time, August 2, 2009. For now, humans rule ‘this’ world.