"Nab him, grab him, jab him, stab him!"

[muckefuck]

While listening to Brazlian music on bagpipes with my headphones, I noticed Mrs. Smith gesticulating animatedly. When I took them off, he said, "Do you have another plastic cup?" Rather than waiting for an answer, though, he upended a recycling bin and topped it off with a binder. "Mine's bigger than yours!" he trumpeted and then removed the bin for an instant so I could get a glimps of the fat, shiny roach he'd just captured. "I don't know about that," I told him, "It's definitely fatter." "Well, it's been eating," he replied. Then he asked me if anyone had ever shown up in response to my capture and set off to speak to the department head.

The dead roach is still there on the windowsill, of course. My boos came by on Friday and told me an exterminator was going to come. Meanwhile, I'm imagining a time when every open container in the area will be use, overturned in order to keep one beastie or another (I myself have used a recycling bin to catch a mouse here in the past) from escaping.

Edit: Just as my boos came by to discuss the roach with Mrs. Smith, the doorknob fell out again for like the tenth time in a week. She's been calling the engineer almost every day trying to get it fixed, along with the year-old dangerous leak above one of our workstations. And he's nowhere to be found! I love absurdity when it makes me laugh.

Update: Doorknob fixed! Plus, the guy impressed us by explaining what he did (replaced the broken spindle and a stripped screw that was holding it in) in such a way as to make us believe (a) that he actually knew what he was doing and (b) he might not actually have to return this week to repair it again. As an extra-special bonus, he was a white-haired bear in an orange t-shirt!

Oh, and the building engineer finally showed. His idea of fixing the leak was shoving the bag of stagnant water up above the suspended ceiling where boos could not see it and promising that some guy will be here next Saturday to inject epoxy into the space above it. We shall see!

Comments

[nibadi.livejournal.com]

Welch ein Zufall, dass das "National Geographic Deutschland" gerade jetzt in der neuesten Ausgabe einen kleinen Beitrag über Kakerlaken bringt. Demnach existieren sie seit über 300 Millionen Jahren in fast unveränderter Form auf der Erde. Es geht im Bericht vor allem um Alterungsprozesse der Schabe, schlechte Koordination, nachlassende Reflexe. Ansonsten ist sie in der Lage, schnell auf Umweltreize zu reagieren; ihre Beine rennen schon, wenn das Hirn noch gar nichts davon weiss. Selbst ohne Kopf flieht der Körper noch (das hab ich wohl mal bei einem Huhn gesehen, gittigit). Sie ist eigentlich nicht die schnellste Gattung, aber aufgrund ihrer extrem kurzen Reaktionszeiten ist sie immer schon weg, bevor man nach ihr schlägt. Ihre Härchen nehmen jede Luftveränderung war. Jeder Ansatz an Luftbewegung lässt sie losflitzen und in 50 Millisekunden - schneller als ein Lidschlag - ist sie weg.

Die Schabe lässt sich aber überlisten, indem man eine Staubsaugerdüse auf sie richtet. Das Tier nimmt den Sog als Wind von hinten wahr und flieht - direkt hinein in die Düse.

[wolflady26.livejournal.com]

Just as my boos came by to discuss....

Was that a freudian slip? ;)

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

That's a variation on "boss" that I picked up from welcomerain. For it to be a Freudian slip, wouldn't "boos" have to have some other meaning of its own?

[wolflady26.livejournal.com]

Boos - more than one boo? ;)

[zompist.livejournal.com]

So your workspace is falling apart and infested with vermin. Where is it exactly? The festering place underground between the main and old libes?

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Smack in the belly of Netzsch's tribute to Mayan temple architecture.