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Cockroach/ Rat horror stories
For some of us, these stories are at the very the foundation of some of our personalities.
When I was in college, I lived in South/Central Philadelphia, mostly because, I didn’t have any money. Ever hear that you don’t get mice and rat infestations in the same building? That's not true. One night I was sleeping when the cat woke me, fussing with something on my pillow. I tried to shoo him away, but to no avail, turned on the light. Right. A big fat mouse. Alive and well.
Living in the same building, my cat and I were in the basement doing some laundry, when we were distracted by some scratching over by a sewer grate. We walked over ad there, hissing, on his hind legs was a rat, a greasy, huge, red eyed rat that was not intimidated by us, but looked quite clearly like he would jump at my throat without a second thought. (I was in India this summer, and this sucker could contend with any one of those South East Asian sewer monsters.)
The two worst cockroach stories I’ve ever heard, I ‘ve read . In his book, The Damage Done, Warren Fellows relates incidents from his 12+ year sentence spent in Thai prisons, for drug trafficking.
The daily fare routinely included filthy rite, adulterated with stones, dirt, maggots. Rather than depend on such for their nutrition, a group of Thai prisoners ‘grew’ a sort of ‘roach farm’. Lifting the filthy floor boards (when the guards were distracted), Thai would take their rice and feed them to a colony of ‘super roaches’ which grew fat, not just from the rice, but from the excrement which seemed to seep from the very walls. The Thai’s, in turn, would Scoop up the roaches, mash them up (a nice touch), and eat them. When Mr. Fellows explained how ‘negatively’ this was perceived by his own culture, the Thai’s replied that that was the reason that foreigners rarely survived in their prison system.
In another instance, Fellows attempted to calm a screaming prisoner who was ’disturbed’ by a huge, undulating lump in his throat. When the boil was lanced, Scores of maggots spilled out. Apparently, a cockroach had crawled into the man’s ear when he was sleeping and laid eggs. The maggots were feeding off of the man’s living flesh.
(I’m not relating these stories to determine a level of credibility, only to point out what I thought, were two pretty good cockroach stories. The book is a good read, nonetheless…
How about you? Where has your life taken you that you might have met up with some of it’s ’furry friends’?
When I was in college, I lived in South/Central Philadelphia, mostly because, I didn’t have any money. Ever hear that you don’t get mice and rat infestations in the same building? That's not true. One night I was sleeping when the cat woke me, fussing with something on my pillow. I tried to shoo him away, but to no avail, turned on the light. Right. A big fat mouse. Alive and well.
Living in the same building, my cat and I were in the basement doing some laundry, when we were distracted by some scratching over by a sewer grate. We walked over ad there, hissing, on his hind legs was a rat, a greasy, huge, red eyed rat that was not intimidated by us, but looked quite clearly like he would jump at my throat without a second thought. (I was in India this summer, and this sucker could contend with any one of those South East Asian sewer monsters.)
The two worst cockroach stories I’ve ever heard, I ‘ve read . In his book, The Damage Done, Warren Fellows relates incidents from his 12+ year sentence spent in Thai prisons, for drug trafficking.
The daily fare routinely included filthy rite, adulterated with stones, dirt, maggots. Rather than depend on such for their nutrition, a group of Thai prisoners ‘grew’ a sort of ‘roach farm’. Lifting the filthy floor boards (when the guards were distracted), Thai would take their rice and feed them to a colony of ‘super roaches’ which grew fat, not just from the rice, but from the excrement which seemed to seep from the very walls. The Thai’s, in turn, would Scoop up the roaches, mash them up (a nice touch), and eat them. When Mr. Fellows explained how ‘negatively’ this was perceived by his own culture, the Thai’s replied that that was the reason that foreigners rarely survived in their prison system.
In another instance, Fellows attempted to calm a screaming prisoner who was ’disturbed’ by a huge, undulating lump in his throat. When the boil was lanced, Scores of maggots spilled out. Apparently, a cockroach had crawled into the man’s ear when he was sleeping and laid eggs. The maggots were feeding off of the man’s living flesh.
(I’m not relating these stories to determine a level of credibility, only to point out what I thought, were two pretty good cockroach stories. The book is a good read, nonetheless…
How about you? Where has your life taken you that you might have met up with some of it’s ’furry friends’?
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Permalink Reply by larry kremis on
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I was stationed in Bangkok in '67 and '68. The first thing I noticed riding from the airport to my barracks was the smell, open sewers throughout the city called klongs. A different culture indeed, forget about drinking the water, I had a steady diet of beer, Singhai beer, ranging between 15 and 20 percent alchohol. I have no problem believing the Thai prison story. Lunchtime.
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Permalink Reply by Mother Sanity (JackieRodzinski) on
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Same in India. I got sick anyway.
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Permalink Reply by Callipyge on
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My parents bought an old run-down farmhouse (along with the farm) when I was 11 years old. The former tenants had been renting it and didn't keep it clean. We found out the reason that the kitchen fireplace was boarded up was that they had stuffed their garbage in there! [Ewwwww!] So, it was no surprise that there were rats and mice in the house. They were so bold they'd run across my mom's feet while she was doing the dishes.
Anyway, our old place hadn't sold yet, and my parents were afraid that if they left it empty someone would come and vandalize it, so Dad stayed there at night, and Mom and my sister stayed in the new place. Our first night there, I was awakened by some loud scurrying noises in my room. I hollered that there were rats in my room! Mom yelled back that they were just in walls and couldn't get me, and to go back to sleep. Right, like I'm gonna be able to sleep now! I pulled the blanket up over my head and waited for morning.
When the sun finally rose, I could see that part of my sheet had fallen on the floor. There were muddy rat prints on it [shudder!].
After I showed that to Mom she talked to Dad, and for the first and only time in our lives Dad allowed us to keep a cat in the house.
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All you had to do was train the rats to wipe their feet when they entered the house. lol
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Wow. Horrible story. This one will stay with old Mother Sanity for a while.
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That's terrible, I'll probably have nightmares tonight. Thank you so much for sharing Jackie, Calli and Joella.
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Look on the bright side Larry - it will keep your mind off your prostate exam! :-p
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lol except I'm afraid I'll be thinking about a rat climbing up my ass.
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They sedate you. Relax and enjoy it.
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How did that go, anyway?
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Permalink Reply by Lily Roth on
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My mother was a practical nurse years ago, who worked the night shift and she would never fail to come home in the morning and share the night's latest horror story with her children as we were getting ready to start our day.
Your post reminded me of one of my mother's twisted tales,seems she had an older senile woman arrive as a patient on her floor and one of the first things they had to do was cut loose a dead mouse that was tangled up in her hair.
Thanks for that memory once again Mom! (I knew it would come in handy one day!)
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That's one way to catch mice.
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