On our first Sunday here, ML and I went to the beach to do a little painting and a little drinking of fancy cocktails. We spent a couple of hours moving paint around on some paper and then made our way back home. We thought we had created some art, but we had no idea that the cockroaches had their own idea about what our art should look like.
Monday morning we discovered that there were funny little chew marks all over both of our paintings. Who could have done it? If it were the ants, they’d still be at it — ants don’t ever leave unfinished business. If it were the geckos, the marks would look more like licks than scratches. And scorpions are simply too cool to eat paint.
So it leaves us with cockroaches. Who else would come out at night, and be lame enough to EAT THE PAINT off of our paintings, and then disappear completely during the day? Nobody but the cockroaches.
Here’s the evidence. You can see the white spots where the paint is missing.
After the fourth night
After the fifth night, they decided that their work here was done. So I guess when life hands us cockroaches, it also hands us a little art. Who knew?