macedonian pets

once upon a time there was a little cockroach. he was black and about an inch long, and very proud of his length, as he was bigger than most cokroaches , even though he was not yet fully grown. he lived in the bathroom of the only hotel in twon. quite cozily between the broken tiles of the bathtub and the floor. here he had the perfect spot. the rubbish bin where all the nice food was presented to him like on a silver platter, was not far off, there was sufficient water to clean his shine exoskeleton and once in a while he would get a visit from the noce lady cockroahc from room 26, next door.

one of these days he became unlucky. again he found himself in one of those famous situations where you are simply at the wrong spot at the wrong time. he had just come from his evening walk to the bottom of the sink, perhaps to get a bite of food from the trash, when it happened. he had heard all the horror stories from his mum, but how horror stories have ti, he never believed any of them. the shadow had come. the shrieky shrill sounding shadow.

he tried to run, to hide, the toilet? the trash? anyplace just cover would do. but he wasnt fast enough. suddenly the shadow came closer. a gust of wind, a horrific pain.

the shoe had stomped him. my shoe had stomped him. i lifted my leg and realised that the white poulp smeared on the ground must be the intestines that had gushed out with the crunching noise of breaking bodyarmour. the feelers still were moing as i had to use the batheroom some 10 minutes later.

in the mornings it was gone. mrs jb went for ants, which is better than some larger animal.

at least we dont have large pets anymore (I hope)