Dead visitor
I just saw the biggest bug I have ever seen in my life (outside of maybe a zoo or Starship Troopers), and it was in my frigging apartment. It was a cockroach, probably about 3/4 of the length of my pinky finger, not including antennae. I wouldn’t say I have a long pinky, but it’s certainly not stubby or anything. This was a large insect. Like, it could probably take Jiminy Cricket in a fair fight, had it been alive. That was the fortunate part, I guess — it was lying on its back, just a few feet from my bed.
My first reaction was immediate terror (“Are there more?!”), disgust (“It’s the size of a small cat!”), and shame (“What’s so bad about my apartment that led this thing here?”). That eventually gave way to a sort of disturbed curiosity, however: what the hell is so bad about my apartment that it killed a creature famous for its ability to survive a nuclear holocaust?
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