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October 18, 2001
Ctrl-Alt-Roach
breeeeeeeathe.... breeeeeathe.... calm, calm, calm....
Got in to the office this morning, turned on PC, tapped in network password, hit enter key, nearly fell over with shock.
A freaking cockroach, dead on his back, collapsed on my keyboard between the F12 and the PrintScreen key. Only a little one, mind, about 15mm long, and clearly very dead indeed, but still. AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!
Had a (laughing - the bastard) colleague scoop it up and throw it away - I can't even touch the damn things through tissues. And yes, I can laugh at myself about it, and it's ridiculous really, a grown man of 26 (oops - nearly typed 25 there) vs a dead 15mm insect - but that's the bloody point. That's what a phobia *is*, for god's sake. And I'd rather be petrified of something tangible like roaches than suffer from, for example, keraunothnetaphobia (fear of the fall of man-made objects).
Fear of the fall of man-made cockroaches... let's not even go there, please.
Posted by chris at October 18, 2001 11:38 AM | Permalink
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