Out brief candle!

[muckefuck]

I came in this morning to find yesterday's captured critter supine. I asked Mrs Smith, "Why is Mr Roach on his back? Is he sleeping?" He smiled and said, "Yes." I went and looked at him again, then came back and said, "But I keep poking him and he won't wake up. Maybe he's sick?" He smiled again and replied, "This parrot isn't dead!"

Does that mean what I think it means?

How tragic! To spend your last day trapped under glass instead of roaming free across the walls or at least being surrounded by your children, your hundreds of grandchildren, and your thousands of great-grandchildren. Was it just the trauma of the experience that did him in? I don't think so. I smell a rat (or something just as filthy). Nobody touch that glass until I can get it dusted for prints!

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[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

It wasn't an airtight fit--neither the glass rim or the windowsill is even and neither was wet. But maybe an immobile three-inch roach needs a surprising amount of air.

Perhaps further speculation will have to wait until the autopsy comes back.