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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 Mother Sanity (JackieRodzinski) on
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I had a run in with waterbugs, once, in another place (the place that had mushrooms growing by the toilet). The whole building was swarming with waterbugs, big fat ones. I was in a hurry, late for school, and did not notice that one of these critters crawled into my shoe (I never wear sox). I was about to slip the shoe on, but the fuss my cat (same cat) was making, I tapped it with my foot first. The fat sob came running out. God, you have no idea. I HATE cockroaches.
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I did medical research in my early 20's. One (brief) project would conclude by decapitating the live (but sleeping) rat. At the end of the day there was a big medical waste bag, filled with little rat bodies and their severed heads. Being a nice person, I volunteered to take this bag to the (medical waste disposal facility). Now, I was young and pretty and attracted the boys; on this particular occasion, I slipped, and the bag of rats and heads scattered all over the floor. Dozens and dozens of them. People ran over to help, but were staggered with horror. I mumbled something and quickly piucked up as many rats as I could, myself. I'll never forget the look of shock on their faces...Thanks for the trip down memory lane, folks!
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Permalink Reply by darroll on
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No cockroaches.
The neighborhood cats take care of the rat/mouse problem.
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You dont know how fortunate u r. Take care of that cat!
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