For those who read my cockroach saga posts… here’s another story:
It happened, as always, in the late hours of the night–when the lights are out and city sounds are thinning out. Nobody was home, just me and my sister. I was getting ready for bed, and she called me out.
I went to the pantry, and saw her stooping over something on the floor. It was almost surreal: the lights flickering above her, the sound of a lone motorbike roaring past our house, the silence of the night.
“It’s white,” said she.
“The cockroach, it’s white.”
“Pfft. Then it’s not a cockroach.”
Sure of my conviction that it’s not a cockroach, I went over. I bent down and looked to where her finger was pointing. Something was moving its antennae, its WHITE antennae, sensing if there’s any danger around.
Sure enough, it’s a white cockroach………….
I didn’t know albinism extend to such lowlifes as well. It didn’t freak me out as bad as it would had it been a normal black cockroach, though.