Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Baby, I'm-A Want You, Baby I'm-A-Eat You

As Helga and Svetlana eyed the tasty bread, Olga prayed fervently that they wouldn't discover her (quite literal) dirty secret...rats had gotten into the flour stash, and it was riddled with roaches.

Not that it mattered anyway, for in Helga and Svetlana's part of the country, roaches were considered delicacies and rats a sign of good luck.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water.

W. C. Fields