May the force be with you…….

Hi. Yep quick pass the coffee over need to warm up my hands. Brrrr…. it’s freezing.

OMG, what was that…..ewwww….. it’s a cockroach…. oh yuck, kill it, kill it. Hey don’t give me that look, it’s your fault. Look at it, it looks scary. WTF made you create cockroaches anyway? Oh to add to your day time soap opera amusement.

Oh so you’ve seen me run around like a chook with it’s head cut off, jump and down and squeal like a girl and hope that there is the insect spray in the cupboard. You have also seen that I leave it where it has died for days even weeks because I can’t deal with cleaning it up. That’s your form of torture isn’t it? You’ve changed from wanting us to offer you a sacrifice (that’s another topic) to humoring you with our reactions to cockroaches. Is that how Elvis got his dance moves?

I have to muster every ounce of energy to deal with them. I know they won’t hurt me but they look ugly. Yes, I know beauty is on the inside, and I know they are minding their own business, but just the thought of one of them running across my face while I sleep…… ewwwwww….. see, you are torturing us.

Oh let’s not forget the big ones with wings!!!!. You hope to get to them before they realise and then fly around your home. OMG, again, EWWWWW!!!!. See, I call that psychological abuse. Where do we send you the bills for all our therapy?

How did you think of making them? Oh why do I bother to ask…. of course there’s a reason, yes yes, they help the environment, they are a source of food for other animals, can’t forget the food chain, BUT, couldn’t you have made them a bit…. you know…. prettier.

They’ve even made a song about it, La Cucaracha. Honestly WTF… I think you should have fired your graphic designer.