So it’s now two days ago since I woke up and went to the kitchen to prepare some coffee for me and the girl. A normal Vilnius morning it seemed, but as I try to take a spoon out of the drawer I find a small surprise. There’s a cockroach lying on the back and next to her a cockroach egg, counting 40 separate cockroach babies inside. For a moment I thought, let’s throw it away and kill the cockroach, but looking closer at the roach she became more and more human. She seemed to make movements like a woman giving birth. Pushing and moving her plenty of legs. When I lightly blew at her, she started to lift her had in slow motion. A sign of suffering or joy: I think she likes when we blow at her. It chills her down. We decided to keep her and put the spoon she was lying in on the table. She stayed there on her back for the whole day and the next day and doesn’t move at all. We gave her sugar, but still she didn’t recover. It seems there were some complications with the whole birth as her belly looks like a balloon now: completely blown up. When I tried to caress her belly with a small knife – gently I touched it – there was some liquid coming out of her mouth. Just – I don’t know if that was good for her or bad. I decided to give her some water, as I thought she might dehydrate: I read that cockroaches can survive a week though with a drop of water. Anyways, she seems to have recovered a bit recently. Before she was rather stiff and not moving at all. But now she gets more vivid and moves her cute little legs more actively. Unfortunately she lost her babies somehow. Well, that was my fault. I blew at her, like I do every evening but accidentally she and the eggs flew behind the closet. I could save her and put her back on the spoon, but I didn’t manage to find the eggs. She must be quite said about this and probably the liquid coming out of her head when I push her belly is not water but tears. Another possibility is that the cockroach is just a fucking lazy ass and chills out on the spoon. That would produce actually even more sympathy for her. It’s strange, but as long as you dehumanize a creature, it’s so easy to crush her to death: but this cockroach really touched our heart – we called her Spoonie and she’s our pet now. I know that one she will behave like a normal happy cockroach again. And maybe sometimes she will come up to us and say thank you for rescuing her. And anyways, she would do the same for us. There’s by the way a strange aura that is shining around her: maybe Jesus or the Holy Spirit accidentally reincarnated in her like it happened to me already before when I smoked to much weed. Or she is communicating with her home planet. Anyhow, she is a lovely being and I can talk about anything with her. Maybe she’s paralyzed? I was just thinking that we could build her a tiny little wheelchair or fold her a tiny sombrero and holding a Mexican night in the flat…mmm…let’s see. By the way...checking Wikipedia, we found out that Spoonie is a German cockroach what brought me the idea that she doesn't need water but beer!?!
