[net.suicide] roach legs

zrm (03/03/83)

Some years ago I lived in Somerville, in an official MIT slum. One of my
favourite nighttime sports, if I had to go to the bathroom, was shutting
the drain on the sink before I turned the lights on, thus trapping the
roaches in the sink. Then I would take a can of Lysol and a lighter and
play "flamethrower" with the roaches in the sink, burning their legs
off. In the morning I would have a bright and cheerful disposition, free
of hostility, clear-eyed and objective.

Now I live in the 'burbs, no roaches, not even a spider on the
water-spout, and have taken to suburban sports, bicycling, martial arts,
skiing, etc. to keep me sane. Oh for the days of playing urban guerilla
in the sink.

Not Afraid to be Sentimental,
Zig