Written on 17 November 2018
The cockroach had got into the baking cupboard again.
He’d scurried about in the flour, eaten up the golden syrup residue and made a mess in the chocolate chips.
Cameron wasn't happy when he got home.
“Stephen, what have you done, you naughty boy?” He delicately picked up the cockroach. “How did you get out?”
Cameron placed the cockroach back in the plastic tank. The cockroach continued its agonising life in captivity.