We all have had this moment

He had been there many times before. When they slept. Of course.

He took what he could and then would scatter away in the dark of night. He wasn’t greedy.

On his hunt, the sounds of snoring would frighten and comfort him all at the same time. He had crawled on her in her sleep. Sometimes her arm. Sometimes her face. Many many many times. He likes the way she smells. He would sometimes kiss her with his fuzzy feelers.

This time though. It would be different. A miscalculation and a hungry stomach forced him to approach his usual hunting grounds during the “busy” time. A time when there seemed to be movement from all over the house.

He had been sleeping peaceful cockroach dreams. Snoring softly when the rumble of his little stomach woke him up.

“I slept too long!” He gasped as his stomach was in full hunger pain.

He crept along the walls. Careful to avoid anyone who could see him? He would scurry and stop. And then crossed the doorway into heaven. Her room. He discovered her by hiding under the toilet bowl one day and followed her to the room.

He knew she had the best crumbs. She was always eating something delicious. He could snack for years off of what she left.

He wished she left everything. But someone always vacuums. Someone always does…

He strolled carefully into the room. A little too cocky for a cockroach to be sure and then all hell broke loose.

Before he could understand what was happening there was swift movement and what looked like a newspaper flying dangerously close to him.

“Damn World Cup…what happen to Germany?”

a bizarre thought running through his mind, one might say. But who knows what’s on a cockroach’s mind when panicked.

He dodged a few swipes here and there. He was quite fast.

Angry and scared, she adjusted her aim and just before his luck ran out he yelled “oh my god!” Then the world, or World Cup, came crashing down.

It was a huge scream but unfortunately no one can hear the cries of a cockroach.

Just before he succumbed to the darkness, one of his good eyes spotted a huge cookie crumb.

“Damn the bad luck….” he thought

And in his last tiny thought he cursed her “thousands of brother and sisters will avenge me”