September 29, 2011

  • What The Dickens.

    I was going to post somekind of self absorbed moan about my life, but you know what? I want to give people a reason to be a little happier so I hope you’ll enjoy the true life story of Dickens The Cockroach :)

    One day many years ago we (me my brother and folks) were sitting down to breakfast and we opened a small box of Bananas, within was much as you might expect…a bunch of bananas, but hidden at the bottom of the box was also a pretty decent sized Cockroach.

    This Cockroach was pretty slow and clearly not enjoying his new climate, so we did what we could to furnish him with a home (a large plastic screw top jar half filled with soil) and popped him on the window sill.
    At this point we’d not thought of a name for our new found pet, and I remember we were all sitting around trying to think up a name while i was reading a Beano comic and kind of out of the blue i suggested the name Dickens, which for want of something better we all agreed to.

    Although i don’t exactly recall how long we had Dickens, it was certainly long enough for him to dig many tunnels in his small patch of ground, and as far as we could tell he ate the globs of mashed Banana we left for him.

    For the most part though we rarely if ever saw Dickens once he was in his jar, and even after we decided he must have past away hidden somewhere under the ground we never confirmed it for sure.

    It was a rare and unique event the life of Dickens the Cockroach, never again did we find something living in our fruit (to our knowledge anyway) and when you think of the journey that little Cockroach had been on to get from his home all the way out to the west coast of Scotland it’s quite remarkable really.
    So I always fondly remember Dickens the great traveling Cockroach.

    (as you may or may not be able to guess, i’ve had a couple glasses of wine tonight, so forgive any extra oddness to this post ;P )

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