Conspiracy Theory Proven: Cockroaches Have a Secret Longing to Kill All Humans

Do cockroaches want to crawl under my covers and kill me? Do they want to live in my ears, like Claire Dane’s character on Brokedown Palace? And kill me? Do they want to scare the be-jesus out of all human kind? (Be-jesus, not unlike the Bedazzler, can make you see stars and sparkles. Also, it may make your jeans truly unique, but that’s a report for next week.)

I believe the answer to all these questions is YES. In fact, the very name cockroach means suck your soul out through your ear. ‘Cock’- To suck ones soul right out of their very existence and ‘Roach’ - A nuclear war surviving creature in it’s own species and genre, who would prefer to eat ear wax, if at all possible. Also, likes to be real warm under blankets, hence the term, “Snug as a cockroach in a blanket”.

To understand the little known insect-of-it’s-own-species/genre, you must first examine it’s anatomy. It is brown, first off. Things that are brown are pure evil. Other brown things include, dirt, stretched vaginas, like on porn (not mine), shit (also not mine, and it don’t stink) and rotten bananas. It has long head receptors, called alien antenna. These so called feelers are actually transmitting radio signals to the former planet, Pluto. The Plutonese use these detailed transmitted room descriptions to prepare 4th grade dioramas of Earth-being’s dwellings, especially pantries. Cockroaches have an outer, crunchy, like Jeanette’s blog, shell. One would think this is a protection mechanism, but think again, mi amiga. This hard outer covering is to remind crickets who is bigger. Cockroaches are like the Mexican gang from The Warriors, while crickets are like the Puerto Ricans. The roaches are just jealous that the crickets are musically talented. (Cockroa-chez, come out and play-ay-ay!!) Or is it West Side Story? Wings. Need I say more. It is unnatural for a walking bomb shelter to fly.

Onto the innards. Now, while I have never dissected a cockroach with a scalpel, I have squished, thwaped, crushed, and bug sprayed their guts out. It is white. We all know know white is a pure color. White roses mean, “I think you’re a virgin, let’s hump”, white snow has not been tainted with urine and white washing was a highly coveted project that children paid dearly to experience in Tom Sawyer, a fantastic book by the late, elaborate (long A sound), great writer, Samuel Clemmins, better known as Mark Twain. These entrails, if you will, being white, as they are, cannot be used as shampoo, lotion or semen, for baby production. Although, they do have the viscosity of all three of these liquids, and can therefore be used as glue, thereby eliminating the deaths of wild horses in Montana. This tapioca-like substance shines and shimmers, which brings us to the be-jesus question.

As stated earlier, be-jesus is like Bedazzler. Guts are shiny and shimmery, henceforth, a cockroach can and will scare the living be-jesus out of you, especially if you end up wearing some. Cockroaches do not have hearts, if they did, they would send flowers instead of visiting.

Roaches come in many sizes, from the very minute Flour Weevil, to the Sewer Roach, which can reach sizes up to a 33 long in men’s denim wear. If your roach is wearing Guess?, remember that the sizes run a little small and your roach could grow to reach maximum capacity. Despite the size of a roach, it can fit under and in anything. And I mean anything. Get food for your dog, come out with a roach. Want to do homework in your bedroom, get interrupted by a roach. Move a paperweight on your desk, drop it on your toe, because there was a LIVE roach under it. This phenomena is known as “Do-whatever-the-fuck-I-please”, another reason ‘cock’ is in the name.

So now that I have proven my theory, what to do if you come across one of these entities. First, do not panic. I have done that before and it results in an asthma attack, where there were no previous signs of asthma, a weak bladder, delirious behavior, like shrieking and dancing from big toe to big toe, while water rolls uncontrollably out of your eyes, and the strong urge to flee the scene, never to return. Take a deep breath and yell, “You’re my bitch! Die bastard, die!!” Quickly, run to the place where you keep the can of spray poison, grab it and run back to the scene. Point the hole of the spray away from you and toward the cockroach. Depress button for way longer than really necessary. Watch the evil-doer meet Peter at the gates of Heaven, only to be cast downward. Then splat flat with your favorite color Chuck Taylor’s. Don’t forget to have handy, at all times, a nifty craft project or broken plate for gluing, thereby, once again, reducing the needless murders in Montana.

I thank you for your attention and swift resolution to this problem. May your sheets stay empty of unwanted brown spots and your craft projects be aplenty.