It is cockroach’s job to taunt me. Like Navy Seals, they find me in the night. But like a trained sniper, I find them first. My keen eyes search them out before they attack me and slip into my vagina, my biggest fear.
I hate them, those shiny little fuckers. They can outrun me, they can slip through any teeny crack, and they can live through a nuclear blast. I fear them more than anything.
Yet I just spent a week in the jungle of Laos surrounded by ruthless roaches, mosquitoes drunk on malaria, and squirmy leeches. I made it out with a roach-free vagina. I think. Stories to come…