All this talk of roaches leads me to include this small gem:
Scuttle, scuttle little roach-
How you run when I approach:
Up above the pantry shelf,
Hastening to secrete yourself.
Most adventureous of vermin,
How I wish I could determine
How you spend your hours of ease-
Perhaps reclining upon the cheese?
How delightful to suspect
All the places you have trekked:
Does your long antenna whisk its
Gentle tip across the biscuits?
Do you linger, little soul
Drawing in our sugar bowl?
Or, abandonment most utter,
Shake a shimmy on the butter?
Do you chant your simple tunes
While swimming in the baby's prunes?
Then, when dawn comes, do you slink
Homeward to the kitchen sink?
Timid roach, why be so shy?
We are brothers, you and I.
In the midnight, like yourself,
I too explore the pantry shelf! author unknown
This brings back the good ole days..........
I remember when I was about 10, in SoCal, I would go out
at dark, and sit under the jade plant and get ready to
be entertained by the "sound and light" show from our
next door neighbors. They would turn off all the lights
for a few minutes, then on would go the lights, and the
sounds of "bang, whack, thump, crash" would be heard.
"There he goes" "Get him" or "You missed"!!!
Then the lights would go off again. This went on for quite
awhile, as they lured cockroaches out to their doom!
(the BIG roaches)