When I was in college, I had a job on campus cleaning the cafeteria and kitchen after dinner. Usually I worked alone and at the end, would lock the place up for the night. One night before the manager left, he asked me if I could clean the area where the CO2 bottles where stored. The bottles were in racks across from the huge dishwasher and return line where all the leftover food was thrown away.
After I cleaned the rest of the cafeteria and the kitchen, I decided to tackle the CO2 rack. The rack held 10, three foot high bottles, so I planned to pull out all the bottles and then the rack to sweep and mop the area. I looked the rack and bottles over and figured that they weren't too heavy that I couldn't move them all by myself. I grabbed the rack tight and gave it a good hard pull and it moved. That's when I heard a "crunch."
I looked down at my feet and was shocked at what I saw. No more than a hundred roaches were scurrying out from under the rack and heading out in all directions. I stood frozen and watched for a couple of minutes as the roaches ran about, some over my feet, searching for a dark spot to hide. After all movement ceased, I unfroze myself and cleaned the area up.
Sometimes when I think about things to write in this journal, I can't decide on what to write about. Memories, stories, ideas and other thoughts race around in my head. Like a bunch of roaches..
After I cleaned the rest of the cafeteria and the kitchen, I decided to tackle the CO2 rack. The rack held 10, three foot high bottles, so I planned to pull out all the bottles and then the rack to sweep and mop the area. I looked the rack and bottles over and figured that they weren't too heavy that I couldn't move them all by myself. I grabbed the rack tight and gave it a good hard pull and it moved. That's when I heard a "crunch."
I looked down at my feet and was shocked at what I saw. No more than a hundred roaches were scurrying out from under the rack and heading out in all directions. I stood frozen and watched for a couple of minutes as the roaches ran about, some over my feet, searching for a dark spot to hide. After all movement ceased, I unfroze myself and cleaned the area up.
Sometimes when I think about things to write in this journal, I can't decide on what to write about. Memories, stories, ideas and other thoughts race around in my head. Like a bunch of roaches..
Ewww. Roaches. I like them, in the survivalist aspect, but they definitely make me shudder, not from disgust, but from sheer numbers. I have seen floors move like waves from all the brown bodies before, and that is one of the reasons I think I like being here so much. None of that.
~cheers