Life of a New Yorker

I never knew this or realized this.

Ok, I admit it.  We had cockroaches in our apartment when we were young.  At night time, tons of them.  Race to kill them when we saw them.  Slipper in hand, SMACK!  Got it.  Worse part was wiping it up.  Yuck.  Don't waste a clean tissue smathering it up.

One day I took a pencil and stabbed one.  Watched it flail, but it was me who flailed more.  Yeech.  My grandmother would call us to come and get them.  Get this cockroach, she'd say.  I remember her walking around with her beads, saying her prayers, all the while motioning for us to do away with this cockroach.

Years later I learned Buddhists don't kill.  That's why she'd call us to come and kill the cockroaches.