Down to the Roach

I was rather upset tonight when a cockroach the size of a large cockroach decided to fly into my T-shirt when I was taking a slash at my regular seafront bar.

The beating of its exoskeleton against my collarbone as it tried in vain to escape the sweaty cotton was perplexing at first but then when it finally got out and flew onto a nearby wall next to my table, I realised I hadn’t been imagining the sensation at all. Its antennae gloated at me for a full five minutes. It didn’t want to leave due to the rain and neither did I.

Myeik. Tropical paradise or what?



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