No pest-ering anymore

Letter to my juniors…

Once upon a time, I had a good time living with my family. After my marriage, we had decided to shift our base from a filthy locality called ‘Kamaan’ to some valley in a posh locality known as Banjara hills. It was called as ‘Amrutha valley’. It was nice valley with all sort of rich and average kind of people. There was an apartment on the ground floor that we chose to make our dream house. We knew it by our trusted spies that this apartment was recently rented to nice new wedded couple. We thought of giving them their wedding gift. On recommendations, all in our community decided to raid the house and spread our reach to every possible corner. My two little children and I along with my husband took shelter in a small, undersized gap in a joint in water pipeline located in the kitchen. We had a nice cozy environment there. During the heat, we used to squeeze in the gap and stick to the water pipeline to get a breeze from gushing water inside. Sometimes we used to dive from our residence into the deep, cool sink below where these humans keep their used utensils. The food stuck on to these utensils was more than enough for my family. Every night we used to treat ourselves by diving into these food particles, and normally roaming in around the gas burners to get some really big pieces. And please…I am not at all ashamed of this. I could see numerous of my species struggling around in the kitchen to get access to every bit of opportunity. Some were even able to make their way into the miniscule gaps in water filter that could leave the resident dumbfound with the whole idea of purified water. Some could get the access to the refrigerator and I must salute the one who could successfully enter the freezing area and stay their for some days or nights or weeks…actually I don’t remember, finally he was thrown out of the area as a dead.

This guy was super-cool. Every time he sees us; he took out his liquid machine and spray at us indiscriminately. Initially we were very scared with his actions as many of our species died because of this miraculous liquid. We had called an emergency meeting and decided to fight back these bastards. We all developed the resistance towards this liquid spray and whenever he tried to spray at us, we used to act for a while and as soon as he leave the place, we regain our conscious and start our daily chores. I must admit, after some weeks, I was even affectionate towards this liquid. It gave us the moment to get perfumed and attract other male species..!!! He was very irritated sometimes. I still remember the day when he found some of my relatives in a pack of tissue papers carefully stacked over the dining table. This was the dare-devil act and I must salute them as well.

We were living happily and our kids were now full grown species, but one fine day….

The lovely couple had returned from some long vacations, and it seems they were quite furious about the way we had explored the whole area. Two weeks later, we saw some unknown guy who was fixing something over the walls. All of a sudden he came close to our house and pasted a big drop of something really good. It was good time for a feast…I thought. We couldn’t resist our temptation and all of sudden barged upon that fruity cream. I had a sour throat, so couldn’t help but to resist such feast. I had a nice time looking at my family feeling happy and satisfied after such nice party. I was relieved…it was a nice break after long dry spell. After some time I had the most disastrous nightmare of my life. All of a sudden my husband and children started coughing and getting impatient excessively. As I look outside, many of our species were seen swallowed to death. All the bodies were seen scattered over the floor. The sink was filled with filthy layer of deceased ones. There was a hue and cry all over the place. And finally, I felt my family lying over my hands. They were all gone. I felt, we did a mistake to spread our cruelties over this human place. We could develop the resistance towards the magical spray, but couldn’t hold on our temptations towards a fruity gel.

As I leave this place in distress, all I want to say is… 'I am sorry'

Yours truly,
Mrs. Cockroach# 201
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Narration by: Cockroach residing in our house since many ages
The magical liquid is cockroach repellant known as ‘Hit’, and the fruity feast is the gel used by pest control people.

..and now by this time, you would’ve known who the guy is