Yesterday I killed a cockroach, had never

Yesterday I killed a cockroach, had never felt so bad with myself since I became a Jainist. I felt my world crash, when I realized with horror what the slime under my shoe was

it was Sid my toaster dwelling cockroach. Sid had been renting the toaster since his wife left him. He wasn't lonely through as the toaster was shared accomodation

. Sid, the roach living in my toaster was bugged him wife. That's why she threw him out. His hear was squashed. His loneliness was making him want to climb the walls

so he did. It was a risky thing for a roach to do since they were white & well lit, but hey, Sid was feeling suicidal. He wanted his wife to see him die. "Then she'll be sorry

she told me to bug off," Sid the cockroach sniffled. Sid didn't understand his own near immortality, however. Although he put himself in full sight, he didn't know that cockroaches

sometimes spontaneously metamorphosed into Josef K. This happened to Sid, in fact, as he lamented his true love's repudiation of his advances. Looking in the mirror, he realized he

Was becoming a cat-monkey. He had a tail, four legs and brown fur. His hands looked human, though. His whiskers were black, as was his nose. He had a raccoon like tail as well.

But he hadn't brought a freshly sharpened pencil, that would cost him. "My pencil is sharpened", he protested. "Yes", answered the Monkeycat, "but it isn't "freshly" sharpened."

"What constitutes a freshly sharpened pencil?" I asked Monkeycat with undulating tones of foreboding and beigely accented graphite writing sticks.

"It's one with a point so pointy that only 2 angels ould dance on its tip." With that Monkeycat regarded the matter as closed. We ate crumpets with ginger beer & then went to bed.