Half a cockroach

Yes it is cockroach talk again.

In case you guys are wondering what's up with cockroaches and this family, well, it's not a crippling problem just an annoyance, especially during summer time when even the roaches try to escape the heat and sneak through the crevices, into the air-conditioned houses.

So anyway, half a cockroach ....

Well you see, yesterday morning while I was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, Sera was wandering around the house hunting for little cockroaches to kill. Ha ha. No, that was seriously a joke. She was just wandering around, occupying herself as usual. I did pop my head out of the kitchen to check on her and found her in the toilet, settled on the new bathroom mat, I had assumed, playing. No harm in that since Johan and I have now made it a point to close the toilet seat lid, after catching her dung her hands into the toilet bowl. Don't all children like to do that anyway?

We had breakfast, it was a bit of a struggle though. She usually slurps up every spoonful of cereal, no resistance at all. Well, could be one of those days I thought. Nothing to worry about. After breakfast, we got ready for the pool and just before we headed out, I went to the toilet to close the door. You see, this toilet door is slightly malfunctioned. It doesn't lock properly when you close it thus Sera can easily push the door open, even if it is 'closed'.

So I was about to pull the door close when something on my new bathroom mat caught my eye. I looked closer and 'EEeeeeeeks' .... it was a dead cockroach, to be precise, it was half a dead cockroach. It was the bottom half, meaning its head and it's feelers were missing! Oh my goodness. My mind started racing ... Sera was in here a few minutes ago, on this same carpet doing something. I mean, why was she sitting on the carpet???

SHE ATE HALF THE COCKROACH!

I, of course, panicked, and remembered that she had been a little unenthusiastic about breakfast. Sera, by then was hovering about, curiously, at the toilet door. I quickly picked up the cockroach, well half of it, examined it to see if I could see any teeth marks or any evidence of it being bitten into. I couldn't gather much but the half cockroach felt very light ... dry and crispy. What's my point? Well, that could only mean that it had been dead for a while so none of that disgusting oozy goo that splatters out when you whack the living daylights out of them. I detract.

I called Johan immediately, of course. And in my highest pitch ever, I managed to report the incident. Johan sounded angry but I knew he wasn't angry with me, just worried for Sera. "MONITOR HER!"

'Gulp' ... that I did.

We still went to the pool and for a while, I even forgot about the little half cockroach drama. If not for Johan calling throughout the day, checking on me to see if I was monitoring Sera, it would have turned out to be like any other day. And correct me if I'm wrong, in many countries, the locals do eat some kind of roach for proteins as part of the diet. True?

By evening, Sera was still doing well, not suffering from any strange or foreign matter she may have consumed. I had parked my worry aside earlier in the day and well, Johan was probably appeased when he came back and saw for himself that she was pink and healthy!

So did she or did she not eat half the cockroach?

Instead of posting a photo of the dead half cockroach (ha ha, I jest ... did you think I would take a photo of it?), here is Sera seating on Opa's lap, eating green grapes.