This is mostly a follow up from my earlier post about my scorpion visitor. Call me crazy (or as my sweet brother put it, insane), but the scorpion did not so much faze as it did intrigue me. Anyway, I haven't seen it since. Well, tonight I am alone on campus, as Pati has gone to Madras for an errand. Just me and the security guard - who let me tell you has just earned his weekly pay, thanks to the visitor I just had in my living room.
The visitor was none other than my greatest fear and nemesis, a cockroach. I literally woke up the entire town yelling for him to come get this GIANT thing out from under my coffee table (which I stood on top of hopping around while he swept the dadgum thing out). Rangaraj does not speak much English, but I understood him well enough when he said I scared the life out of him hollering like something terrible was happening, and all over some silly cockroach! (his words, not mine.) There was nothing silly about this beast - I swear up and down it was three inches long, and fat as a bull. And don't you even try to tell me they are harmless, more scared of me than I am of them, blah blah. I will adopt a scorpion before I accept a cockroach as "a part of life". Now, if anything, my progression towards a more brave-ish mindset about bugs has completely vanished. Sweet heaven help me as I try to sleep tonight.
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