It has been a sureal sort of day so far. The morning got off to a racing start with a phone conversation between Ms Funky and our eldest daughter at about 7AM. Evidently Ms F had tidings of woe for said offspring that warranted a call at that hour.
Hi, Hows things?
Good
You don’t say!
Can you get me a book from Smiffs
Not sure but I think it’s called 99,999 more foods that can kill you.
Yes, that’s it. This guy also reckons that cockroaches are related to lobsters. I’m never going to eat lobster again.
OK byeeee
This is all from a woman who has never eyeballed a ‘roach in her life! And the first and last time she had lobster she spat it out, complaining it tasted like fishy string! Don’t even go there, I have no idea if she has eaten string for comparison either. However, her conversation got me thinking of ways to solve one of mankinds longest running pest problems, and I think I may have came up with a solution.
First we declare them an "endangered species", I've noticed that this alone nearly always leads to a species demise,but just in case...
Second we spread the rumour in the far east, that ground up cockroach antennae powder is a powerful aphrodisiac, I chose the antenna becase it will take about a million roaches to make an ounce of this stuff and I have noticed that there seems to be a single-minded drive for aphrodisiacs over there, must be something in the water, even the pandas have a problem!
What do you think?
With that I’m of to drop the annointed one off at the station and then to the hospital to have my stitches out. Oh, halcion days.
