Death of a Roach
My apartment was recently attacked by an onslaught of roaches. It was like the beaches of Normandy on D-Day! My wife bought some of those Combat poison bait discs. Roaches are companionable fellows who like to share their treats with the others in their nests. It makes me think of the poem/doggeral by Christopher Morley (1890 – 1957) “Scuttle, scuttle little roach – how you run at my approach : Up above the pantry shelf, Hastening to secrete yourself.” From Nursery Rhymes for the Tender Hearted. My mother-in-law introduced that one to me. We both come from literary families, my wife and I.