Kevin

When I opened the fridge at work this morning a cockroach scuttled out, then dashed back under the fridge. We named him Kevin. A colleague of mine decided Kevin should go away, so he caught him in a plastic bag. Before Kevin started his epic journey to the rubbish tip, I took his photo: Kevin & Kevin's butt.

Wriggledy jiggledy,
Kevin the cockroach was
cooling his heels in the
slammer for theft;

Bagged by St. Clement, our
kleptomaniacal
crumb-cribbing comrade
made exit stage-left.

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