Fucking Kafka

I am ashamed to say it, but I had a cockroach problem recently. I didn't think much of it, and to be honest, I let the problem pass by. I figured as long as they stay in their space, and I stay in mine, there should be no problem. Well to my horror I awoke the other day from some unsettling dreams to find that my apartment was full cockroaches transformed into Franz Kafkas. They refuse to leave, and they have eaten all of my fruity pebbles. Sigh.