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.