Whop! Whap!

Whop! Whap! seldom broke the silence of the night at our house.

My brother displayed the true likeness of a mannequin, perched in front of the television set, whether it be a comedy, drama, documentary or a 'sudsy' soap!

But boy, ah tell yuh, not when dem peculiar pesky parasites come out to play; If yuh see sp...eed! He would definitely glow on a race track!

His agility didn't carry him upstairs like the rest of us. It was a race to the finish line for a shoe or a slipper or anything that would whop whap he victim, dead! dead!

The pale walls were endorsed with footprints of every size and various angles.

At one time my brother found the most appropriate weapon, ..... a paper plate!

Yuh know ah didn't mind all this whopping and whapping on the floors or on the walls, or even on the table. But he used to say, 'STAND STILL...Yes, he wanted to whop whap we too!

And after all this hair-raising bacchanal and commotion, guess what?

The foreign German or the Creolized Oriental cock-a-roach would make... its escape!!!