"You are not going out now."
"But mom.."
"I said NO."
This is how Mom reacts every time I want to go out and play.
I am a cockroach. Mom says we as what we are, should stay together in a group since humans- the giants do not like us and are always on the lookout to kill us.
Last time, in my enthusiasm to know more about humans, while my parents were sleeping in the darkness, in the basement waterpipe, I slowly went out all through the narrow pipe to the kitchen sink.
I have seen some of my friends do this before for adventure. The narrowed pipe is slimy with the dirt the humans push down, and dark, exactly how I love it to be.
As I reached the tiny holes, I could hear some noise of dishes and water. I tried to peep up through the hole when I suddenly saw a large human lady screaming. I got out of the hole to the sink area and she was still yelling loud. Later I realized that she was shouting on my view.
"I do not look so bad lady! Mom says I'm one of the best, good looking guy in our community. Why are you yelling as if you just saw a rat?"
Suddenly I saw a giant man who came running at the woman's call and I saw a bottle in his hand.
I knew what it was and I ran for my life back in to the hole. I ran and ran for my life. Right behind I heard the sound of the bottle being sprayed into the hole.
I continued running till I reached the other opening and took a turn. That smell could kill me. I do not understand why they want to kill us.
Mom says one of my uncle survived a giant man's foot. They should respect us as the one's who existed on early even before 40-50 million years ago but they hate us and run after us sometimes with a broom, or a shoes or slipper and other times with pest spray. It was good that the giant used the spray instead of drowning and burning me with hot water poured down the sink. Dad says our genes are strong enough to live for next 40-50 million years more. What do the giants know?
After munching on my slimy dead lunch shared by all, brought by dad and uncles, I wanted to go out and take a break from the darkness but mom wouldn't let me. During day time, we are supposed to keep hidden at the dark, dusty and dirty back corner of the tables, beds or basement pipes while at night with all giants asleep, we are free to move around though with care under supervision. That's the time when our uncles gather most of the food for the day time.
Once it happened that while searching for food, one of the giants woke up and one of my eldor cousin was crushed under his heavy leg. Without much to do, we all ran about to save our lives in the darkness; some ran to hide in to the corners, some under the couch. After sometime we saw my cousin's body being taken away by a group of ants. There was nothing we could do. But it hurts to see the partiality made between us and those ants. They are run after to be killed. And then there are flies and mosquitoes. They always keep bragging with the stories when they sat on a human or taste their blood. Life as a cockroach is touch. In my next birth, I would like to be one of those giants and play a major role bringing a revolution in the lives of Cockroaches. Hail to Cockroaches!
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"But mom.."
"I said NO."
This is how Mom reacts every time I want to go out and play.
I am a cockroach. Mom says we as what we are, should stay together in a group since humans- the giants do not like us and are always on the lookout to kill us.
Last time, in my enthusiasm to know more about humans, while my parents were sleeping in the darkness, in the basement waterpipe, I slowly went out all through the narrow pipe to the kitchen sink.
I have seen some of my friends do this before for adventure. The narrowed pipe is slimy with the dirt the humans push down, and dark, exactly how I love it to be.
As I reached the tiny holes, I could hear some noise of dishes and water. I tried to peep up through the hole when I suddenly saw a large human lady screaming. I got out of the hole to the sink area and she was still yelling loud. Later I realized that she was shouting on my view.
"I do not look so bad lady! Mom says I'm one of the best, good looking guy in our community. Why are you yelling as if you just saw a rat?"
Suddenly I saw a giant man who came running at the woman's call and I saw a bottle in his hand.
I knew what it was and I ran for my life back in to the hole. I ran and ran for my life. Right behind I heard the sound of the bottle being sprayed into the hole.
I continued running till I reached the other opening and took a turn. That smell could kill me. I do not understand why they want to kill us.
Mom says one of my uncle survived a giant man's foot. They should respect us as the one's who existed on early even before 40-50 million years ago but they hate us and run after us sometimes with a broom, or a shoes or slipper and other times with pest spray. It was good that the giant used the spray instead of drowning and burning me with hot water poured down the sink. Dad says our genes are strong enough to live for next 40-50 million years more. What do the giants know?
After munching on my slimy dead lunch shared by all, brought by dad and uncles, I wanted to go out and take a break from the darkness but mom wouldn't let me. During day time, we are supposed to keep hidden at the dark, dusty and dirty back corner of the tables, beds or basement pipes while at night with all giants asleep, we are free to move around though with care under supervision. That's the time when our uncles gather most of the food for the day time.
Once it happened that while searching for food, one of the giants woke up and one of my eldor cousin was crushed under his heavy leg. Without much to do, we all ran about to save our lives in the darkness; some ran to hide in to the corners, some under the couch. After sometime we saw my cousin's body being taken away by a group of ants. There was nothing we could do. But it hurts to see the partiality made between us and those ants. They are run after to be killed. And then there are flies and mosquitoes. They always keep bragging with the stories when they sat on a human or taste their blood. Life as a cockroach is touch. In my next birth, I would like to be one of those giants and play a major role bringing a revolution in the lives of Cockroaches. Hail to Cockroaches!
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