I remember seeing this movie called Joe’s Apartment, being horrified at it, yet laughing my ass off at it.It’s a comedy about this guy named Joe who moves into this dilapidated apartment block that’s infested with cockroaches that can even talk. LOL I have to hire this movie for Matthew and Joshua to watch! Luckily my kids share my warped sense of humour. Here’s a pic of the movie poster…
Getting back to George. Who is George? I’ve never mentioned him before. There’s a reason for that! You see, George is a cockroach!
To explain further, the granny flat I live in is next to a car garage that has a roach problem. One particular roach found his way into my flat and couldn’t get back. Now normally, when I see a roach, I grab the nearest shoe and hit ten kinds of shit out of it! But for some reason one morning I saw this lone cockroach cautiously walking along. I haven’t seen a roach in my flat in quite some time so I was quite surprised. I think I’d also just had one of my happy pills because I felt rather happy and “tree huggerish”. Haha, if there is such a word/term. So I just sat, sipping my coffee, watching this roach wonder along and for some reason I didn’t want to squash his insides out with a shoe.
Yes, call me crazy. In fact many do. So for a while after that every few days I’d see this same roach come out to wander around. I know it’s the same roach because he had this funny mark on his one side. LOL! One day Matthew saw the roach and started screaming, “Mommy there’s a cockroach!!”. I calmed him down, and told him and Joshua that this is George (I made up the name on the spot) and that we mustn’t squash him, he’s just visiting. Their faces were delighted! They stood in awe watching this roach walk around feeling things with his feelers.
After that, whenever George was around, the boys would stand and watch him. Until a morning this weekend when I found poor George on his back, feet in the air, dead as a doornail. Matthew saw it and said, “Mommy! George is dead!”. Shame, LOL, I flushed ‘ol George and that was the end of him. I don’t know how he died, old age perhaps, but it was definately not “death by shoe”!
Here’s a pic of the late Mr George Roach…
Now, don’t go thinking I have a dirty home… I have a lovely, snug, clean home. And I’m not going to start keeping roaches as pets either! The next roach that enters my flat will be flattened with a size 8 shoe so fast he won’t know what’s hit him! I just felt that I had to tell the world the arb story of a friendly roach named George. 🙂