The male humans are less cunning than their female counterparts when it comes to the killing of my kind. Although a good bit of female humans run screaming just from the sight of us. The ones who stay are lethal. They’re sneakier than the males. Males tend to be loud and blumbering with their aggressive approach. The females will sneak up on you and before you know it, splat, one more of us sent to cockroach heaven. Just last week I saw my cousin get squashed by a mother of two with a slipper. A more gruesome death was that of my girlfriend. She had her young life stripped away from her by a back washer. A fucking back washer. It was a cruel and slow death. Not one quick smash that brings death, and darkness, in a blink of an eye.
My dear late Magda and I were heading back to her place after an evening out. The bathroom was the quickest way home and you can usually tell by the lights if someone is in there or not. No lights you’re safe to travel, free of worry that a human will be in there to smash you. If the lights are on we peek to see if there is any human occupying the bathroom. The lights were on and we saw the feet of a woman heading out. She had well kept skinny feet, nails painted in a glossy pink. Some female humans seem to treat their feet with such little regard you’d think they had done something awful to them. Her legs were fit and she had the calves of a runner, my mother showed me how to point this out. She said runner legs meant harder to escape and more determined. She said never take a risk with runner legs, save the risk for smooth weightier legs, those were more likely to not run after you, and if so, they did with poor effort.
