Epitaph to a Cockroach

After making several appearances during my morning shower, I decided to name the cockroach Philip. Everyone else has seen Philip too, so he isn’t very bashful. He has very long antennae. Apparently some cockroaches can fly. I hoped Philip wasn’t one of that kind, but I made sure not to disturb him so he could go about his business.

Katie told me the news before we arrived home and when I went to shower I saw indeed it was true: Philip had been decapitated. His body lay limp on the bath’s edge. What was mostly worrying was that his head was nowhere to be seen. My new conditioner, imported from the Arab world, was positioned next to him. Could this be the tool in question? Troles denied all charges under Kati’s questioning. Leonard is a vegetarian, and if his stance towards living creatures extends, is an unlikely culprit.

We went out that evening and when we arrived back Troels returned from the washroom to say that Philip’s body was now missing and a mouse poo lay in its place. I didn’t realise mice were so opportunistic and carnivorous. They must also be pretty foolhardy to leave such blatant evidence at the scene of a crime. Leonard assures us that he has since seen another cockroach and named him Pedro.