Feb 16, 2007

The Curious Incident of the Cockroach in the Dishwasher

I have very few complaints about my new abode, but I would like to remark on an increasingly-common occurence in my kitchen. I am blessed to have a mini-dishwasher, but I am obviously not the only one to enjoy it. At least twice a week, I open my dishwasher drawer only to have a mammoth cockroach jump out at me.

Why are they in there? What can be so appealing about being spun around the pots and pans in a whirl of Finish powder and blue rinsing liquid? Why has my household appliance been turned into a theme park for vermin, the insect-equivalent of the Gravitron?

The very existence of the cockroach, to me, basically rules out any credibility to the "creationism", sorry, "intelligent design" theory. If there indeed is a "creator", sorry, "designer", why in seven types of quick-drying cement would he/she/it invent the cockroach? What possible purpose does this tiny beast fulfil, apart from annoying and freaking out homeowners who simply want to do the dishes?

I'm not afraid to admit I'm a wee bit paranoid about cockroaches. I date that back to a time when one crawled up the leg of my jeans - while I was in them. Once you've had a creature creeping, tickling on your upper calf, you never really trust that creature again.


  1. ...and yet you trust Greg ..... Has he never tickled your upper calf? ;)

    Some one had to say it!

  2. Yes, but the trouble with Greg is he's a lot harder to kill with a shoe. He's stronger and takes the shoe off me. ;)

    Cheers, Nat.

  3. and yet i still have a broken elbow...

    not that Nat broke it...

    or.. at least that's my story to the cops..