Cockies

Cockroaches have an extraordinary physical resilience.  You can smash one to bits on your living room floor leaving it in numerous Cockroachie pieces and a little later when you have steeled yourself to cleaning it up,  it's gone! It's cleaned itself up! Some say that other cockroaches have simply come and carried it away to have for their dinner but this is not true.  Cockroaches are definitely bionic,  they can rebuild themselves. If you put the shattered corpse of one in the bin, it will wait until you are gone and slowly pull itself back together again, gluing on its head with its horrid goo. Then, when it is ready, a born again cockie, bigger, scarier and somehow managing to have more legs than it started off with,  it will scuttle out, refreshed,  from a mound of potatoe peelings making obscene gestures at you with its little cockroach fist.
Nothing is more deflating than being sneered at by a cockroach. It is said that cockroaches would survive a nuclear war better than anything. They would brush off fall-out like they would brush off being smashed to bits with a shoe.
As I lay in bed, watching with distaste the phoenix of a new cockie raising out of the ruin of its dead self, it seemed to folly; when the poison wind blow cruelly over the rotting debris of us, the previous top dogs, cockroaches will inherit the earth. After all, they had clearly already inherited Waigani. I was thing of charging them rent.
Perhaps, the government has been conducting secret human testing and the holocaust has already come to Port Moresby