Resourceful Insects

As much as Tim had tried to ignore it, he couldn’t deny it any longer.  Tim had to hire an exterminator, but before he could do that, he had to clean his house.  A very large cockroach crawled up on to the table where Tim was eating his dinner last night and he knew that something had to be done.  Tim had clutter all over his house, as he was a bachelor, but things were relatively clean, however he would need to move some of his furniture and storage boxes away from corners and walls so that the exterminators would have enough room to access to these areas where the bugs like to hide.  Tim lived in Florida where it is always warm and humid, making it cockroach season every day in the Sunshine State.  There is nothing that survives the ravages of time quite like a cockroach, and Tim was calling 2024 the year of the cockroach.  That night, Tim was woken up from his sleep, when a cockroach was crawling on his forehead, and this was the last straw.  Tim felt this ominous tickling sensation and he swatted the bastard as he was waking up.  He lost a whole night’s sleep over that and all night long he kept hearing the pitter-patter of their feet along with some hissing or mild chirping noises.  Tim had cans of Raid and Roach Motels spread all around his place, but he felt like he would never be the same again, since this cockroach disrespected his personal space by crawling directly onto his face.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #146.