I saw a deceased palmetto bug
this morning in the rest room
of our favorite coffee shop .
It is the first we’ve seen
in four winters here in Florida,
and we didn’t mourn its passing.
Forty-six years ago, during
a previous Florida life, my cat
would find numerous palmettos,
which she found made great toys
to dribble across the terazzo floors
of the small apartment, and
once deceased, tuck into a corner
for later play, or when upset with me,
to deposit in some location where
I couldn’t hope to notice until
it was too late, the grin
on her face positively Cheshire.
She also caught mice, despite being
declawed, but she had the courtesy
to deposit their bodies by front door.
Good lord, people would you get your facts straight. Yes, there were three of us, but one is now gone. He disappeared one night, though I think the cat got him. But that is as close to accurate as you got. Okay, we were all severely myopic, or I was, and they said they were too. But that is where you went off the rails. We weren’t running after anyone. When you are nearly blind you don’t chase things or people. They are large and don’t watch where they step. And their screams can be deafening. We smelled some fresh bread and went, by nose, to check it out. Didn’t get all that far before we each felt a sudden pain. It was like someone took an axe to our back side. It was all we could do to get away. But the bleeding stopped quickly enough, though the pain lasted for days. And we must take your word it was a carving knife, though it felt serrated to me. And no one was there after she ran from the room, screaming. Thank god home was along the baseboard so we could find our way, since they don’t make miniature white canes for the likes of us. But let’s be clear, no one saw us coming or going, no sightings at all, and that’s the whole story as we lived it.