My friend is visiting me for a few days in India. Since her arrival, we have discovered there are roaches the size of horses in her bathroom sink. Last night we used a rag to plug up the sink so they couldn’t get out. Today the housekeeper, who is lovely but doesn’t clean, took the rag away. We come home from dinner and there is one staring at my friend waving its long antennae.
What are we going to do?
It’s your bathroom; you can use mine or make friends with it.
Help me catch it, she says.
I walk into the bathroom, grab the cutting board, smoosh it and go back to my room.
Now we can’t use the cutting board….