My Diary: A Day in the Life of Ralph Roach
5 am.
The sun is coming up and I, Ralph Roach, hate light. I think I'll camp out in one of
my favorite places: under the dark toaster.
Goodnight, diary. Your pal, Ralph
7 am.
Yowch! Someone toasts a bagel and wakes me out of my quiet slumber. Gotta get away from the noise
and heat. I barely escape with my life as an angry human tries to swat me with a newspaper. A mad
dash along the counter, a sharp turn down the side of the fridge. Ahhh, peace at last.
1 pm.
A small dust bunny blows under the fridge. I check it out with an antenna. No biggie. Back to
sleep.
3 pm.
Tragedy!
The boy comes home from school. He yanks open the fridge, grabs a soda and spills a half
gallon of milk. Me and my roach pals have to scurry before we drown in this growing lake. On our
way to safety, the cat catches Clifford, my brother. I can't even stop to give him a proper burial.
Luckily, I escape into a thin crack where the floor and cabinet meet. It's a tight squeeze, but I
make it. Whew, my sides hurt from breathing so hard (in case you didn't know, diary, I breath in
and out through holes in my side).
5 pm.
I'm getting hungry. It's still too light out though, can't risk it.
7 pm.
My stomach is growling like crazy! I think it's dark enough to look for food. Just when things seem
safe: POW! The woman turns on the kitchen light. Two more pals get squashed. This has been a rough
day for roaches. I make a dash for cover behind the cookbook shelf. I'm staying put.
Go to Nighttime
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