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Of lizards, cockroaches, ants and many more...

I step into the bathroom. Skip a few steps. And then it is time to turn on the shower.

Swooooooshhhh..... Water pours down forcefully. Things are fine for a few moments. I keep an eye on the two lizards which seem to be conspiring in a corner. Any movement on their part might require shifting of my clothes hanging on the small hook on the same wall.

Suddenly two cockroaches appear from somewhere and they decide to fly in randomness. And one of them manages to settle on my body (don't ask me where), which is followed by a lot of jumping and shrieking. Things are back to normal.

Day 2. There is only one lizard today. The spiders seem to be happily sleeping. Some harmless ants are crawling in the corner. Who cares about them. No cockroaches in view. I smile. After a while I feel something crawling on my foot. It was a centipede-like-thing. More shrieking and jumping. Things back to normal (almost). I turn off the shower and grab my towel. This time there was something crawling down my back. Was it a gravity-defying-silly- drop-of water? Or was it something else. No shrieking or jumping happened this time. I slid my hand over the back and didnt find anything "wild" there.

Today is another day. I am brave. I will survive. :)

Comments

Princess Fiona said…
OMG!! all the best Shazia. Yes, u r brave!
Traveller said…
Shazia, I did a M.Sc. on Biodiversity conservation....and the most important message was that we are losing biological diversity from the planet...Seems like some forms of biota have found a safe haven in vicinity of your house, or may be inside your house! Enjoy the company... at least you can't say that you are all alone there...!!!
Shazia said…
@ Monika
Thank you :). Will let you know of more adventures.

@ Rupesh
I would rather stay alone yaar...
sujaan said…
dont worry shazia, the lizards will soon eat the cockroaches... :P

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