Short Story Collection
October 30, 2013
My Cockroach Name Peter
Peter made his first appearance in my home about 3 months ago. It was late one night. I was doing yoga on the floor when I saw him crawling stealthily through the crack of the front door. I did not know him then, and was frankly quite disgusted by the sight of him interrupting my Zen time. So I tried to kill him…
Yes, I know. I hope he is not holding a grudge against me about that incidence. I mean, come on, I did not know him as Peter then. He was just a random, no name cockroach trying to invade my home. A big one too!
I saw Peter again late one night while getting some water between my mid summer night dreams. There he was, just cruising around my kitchen floor in no hurry to get anywhere. I recognized that it was Peter, the roach I tried to kill few weeks back by a strange familiarity that I could not explain. As I walked into the kitchen, he courteously moved out of my path as a servant would to make way for the master of the house. I did not try to kill him this time. He sensed that, for he did not take flight, but crawled leisurely along the floor board as if to observe me. It was this night that our truce was brokered. Our “friendship”, between a human and a household pest, was cemented without any fanfare or great celebration, just a mutual understanding and appreciation.
I still see Peter on occasions. Not when one would expect to see him such as when I throw out the garbage or when I have food laying around like any normal household cockroach. No, Peter is too cool for that. He drop by most unexpectedly when I am feeling down, or when I am fully absorbed in some “great matter of importance”, just to say “hi” and let me know that he is around. And that I am not alone.
Peter is my official house pet now. Some of you may be grossed out by the idea. But try to understand this special relationship between us.
Peter is great. But if he ever tries to bring a lady home, or try to start a family…all bets are off!