Cockroach explorations

Well, this is a rather new thing for me. I know I am way behind. People have been blogging for yeas.

What will I discuss here, now that I have a reserves space of my own?...who knows, I suppose whatever is on my mind and I find interesting enough to talk about.

And the last but most pressing thing on my mind, as of yesterday has been the following: cockroaches. Yes. According to Encyclopedia Britannica, "a roach any of about 4,000 species of insects that are among the most primitive living, winged insects, appearing today much like they do in fossils that are more than 320 million years old. The word cockroach is a corruption of the Spanish cucaracha." Wow, 320 Million years is a long time, especially considering that DNA evidence indicates that modern humans originated in Africa about 200 thousand years ago.

So these little (or not so little) annoying critters are supposedly much more resistant to radiation, can live up to 9 days or in some cases a month beheaded! Can hold their breath up to 40 minutes, can live up to 40 days without food and don't often have to do so, as they can feed off something as insignificant as the fat in a finger print. They survive a week without water and can be frozen just to live again when the temperature does up. Wow! Miracles of science. No wonder they can be hard to get rid of.

Well, as for myself and the apartment, we don't have a cockroach "problem" per say, I am a cleaning freak at times, so all that we encounter is but a concern. I find them every so often on the kitchen floor. Most of the time they are dying or dead.

The things lay there, on the linoleum, with their little legs crossed in peace on the chest, lightly convulsing and every so often moving the whiskers. As I know they don't live in my kitchen on permanent basis, I can't help but wonder about the following issues:

1. Why do they seem to come to my kitchen to die?

2. Why do I always find them dead on their back?

Well, the following are some of my theories concerning the questions at hand:

As far as why they are on their back in the middle of the kitchen floor...perhaps having spent much of their life running around, and hiding in unappealing places such as gutters and cracks, they simply want to finally rest, lay down, and enjoy the open space of the area.

Or, perhaps they want to look dramatic possibly also hoping for a good funeral. Going back to the whole "Falling tree in the forest", everyone needs a witness to make his or her existence more real. Realizing that the end is near, they expose themselves to me, as if crying out, while trembling a leg "Oh! God! I am dying! See, witness my sufferings! Burry me like I should be buried....Remember my last moments, write about my travels and sufferings." And then- "here are the last of my eggs, take care of my babies for me".

Now, why choose my kitchen?...I have been told to have a good energy about me, that apparently transposes itself to my place. Thus making it a heaven for lost souls looking for rest…maybe…

I still cleaned my kitchen and equipped it with insane amounts of cockroach traps. Though I am a bit fascinated with the things it is a sort of respect your greatest nemesis type fascination. Even though I have no problem at all with other insects (other than fleas) As I am pretty sure I have Blattodephobia (if that is a real word)