One Saturday morning I stepped into my bath.
All lathered up I glanced upon
A little cockroach
Swiftly scampering past .
He seemed quite harmless I thought
As it climbed down the wall.
Then as it came closer
A scream froze in my throat.
A shout from me would have the household come running to the door
And see me all soaped up and scared
Like they’ve never seen before .
Much worse than this would have been
Their reaction to my scream
They’d have expected me to be
Lying on the floor with broken bones
Having slipped on the bathroom floor
Or worse still clutching at my chest
In painful agony.
But soapy me in front of a tiny harmless
That would never do I thought and said
“Poor cockroach you have to go”
And thwacked the hapless creature dead .
I felt bad bad killing the cockroach for it is one creature that has remained unevolved since The Creation of the World . At least this is what I remember learning in school. So it would actually mean that this creature is actually perfect. It doesn’t need to adapt in order to survive. It is a perfect prototype .
Yet we have an instinctive fear when we see this perfect creature run across our paths . Don’t they have the right to live too?
Would love to hear your thoughts on cockroach killing .