i saw a wee little cockroach in the kitchen. fat, shiny little bugger maybe one inch long. it was stuck on it's back like a turtle kicking feebly. i smiled as i squished it with a paper towel. after almost a decade in the jungle it was heartening to see a cockroach. moving to CA in the winter after being used to swarms of huge, weird bugs was kinda odd. no geckos on the walls here either.
but why do they lay on their backs when they die? no one seems to know. so i will use the explanation i find most plausible. poison. they eat some poison, dehydrate and their spindly little legs give out. gravity kicks in and they keel over.
RIP bugger
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