It’s an average day in the agency. We’re “concepting” aka refreshing Facebook hoping for someone to post some awesome Buzzfeed article that will distract us for a few minutes, when my partner, Chris, jumps and yells “Whoa! He was just staring at me!” This was quickly followed by a small scuffle as I tried to figure out what “he” was and Chris tried to catch him without touching him. Once he was trapped under a plastic cup, it was easy to see that “he” was of the roach family. There has been some debate about this as some claim that he’s more beetle. Feel free to come to your own conclusion.
There was a short debate about what to do with him. I offered up my paper towels as a mode of disposal, but then Chris did the unthinkable-. he named him. And this is how we came to have a pet roach/beetle named Ezekiel living in the office. We treated him wonderfully. He got some of my cereal, had the water in the glass and was proudly shown-off to everyone that entered our cube area.
Ezekiel became the topic of many conversations during his time with us. A lot of people were fairly disgusted that we were keeping a roach/beetle on our desk, but we didn’t really see what all of the fuss was about.
However, Friday came around and we were faced with a decision. We couldn’t leave him trapped under a cup for the weekend- he’d slowly suffocate. So, did we end it quickly with the aforementioned paper towel? It didn’t seem right to squish him after lovingly naming him. So, we did what any sane person would do- stuck him in a plastic bag and carried him outside to freedom.
We said our heartfelt good-byes and watched him scuttle away. And now there is a giant void on the desk where Ezekiel used to be. Maybe someday a pet mouse will scurry into our lives by climbing over Chris’s keyboard. One can only hope.