RKC
October 26th, 2011
This morning, while I was emerging from my I-just-woke-up stupor, I heard Lynne making disgusted and despairing noises in our little kitchen. When I went to see what the problem was, I saw a good-sized cockroach lying dead in the sink. Being the male, it was my job to remove the carcass.
A few minutes earlier, I had been making my morning cup of tea, using a hotpot that boils water with amazing speed. I had more boiling water than I needed, so I held the pot over the sink and poured out the water—not actually looking into the sink. So, here is the question. Was the roach already dead, or did I kill it with boiling water. I will never know.
But when I tell the story, I will indicate my prowess at killing my foe with skill and cunning, using only what I had available. My sons will embellish the story, and my grandchildren will add further details. We shall become known as the Roach Killer Clan (RKC) and have an honorable place in our village. Over the years, those who tell the story of my bravery will provide more and more details about the event, making it more worthy of its place in my culture’s lore.
Thus, through all generations, I shall be known as Roach Killer, and my descendants shall proudly bear the name of RKC and bask in the honor it brings to them.
Perhaps I have been studying oral traditions too much lately.
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November 26th, 2011 at 9:37 pm
If you substitute mantis for cockroach and and a few other names, the story’s the same one (Neil Diamond). On the mutfak window sill sat a paticularly skinny mantis, so I think she didn’t have sex for some time. That’s why I felt a sudden pang of pity for her – praying does help – she must have fogotten how fulfilling it is to savour a male mantis to the fullest. So I abstained from all bravery and glory, and undertook to set her free by putting a tumbler over her and pushing a piece of paper under it. Marlene insisted however that I sent her on an air journey across the street. I don’t know where she landed or wether she landed, I believe these creatures can fly once airborne. However, maybe I’ve earned myself the title of Mantis Saviour which, I think, is way more civilized by occidental canons than Roach Killer. Please do not misunderstand me, I am not trying to demote you or dispute your glory. you and your heirs shall alvays enjoy the title that was captured so bravely before even having a cup of early morning tea.
PS
I like the humor in your stories; you got me writing again which I didn`t do for a long time.
Steve