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Originally Posted by FlorenceArt
Reminds me of the cockroach I had in my appartment in Tokyo. It was so big, I could actually see its poo, so I knew where it had been. Believe me, I did NOT want to know. But it was so big, I felt bad about just killing it. One day I took it and dropped it out of the balcony (I was on the 3rd floor). A few days later it was BACK  |
Once, in PuertoRico, I saw a cockroach, about the size of a package of cigarettes, trying to cross the road. It was dusk. It moved a couple of feet, saw a car coming, came back. Than it started all over again three or four times. When finally the road was safe, it hurried on the other side. Never saw it again.