Back to black - the dark side

We had been out the night before. I'd worn a red T shirt, red nail varnish on my toes and accessorised with my favourite red and black flowery handbag. The next day, I was in the process of moving all my stuff, purse, mobile, tissues etc, from my evening handbag to my daily light brown leather handbag. I reached into my posh bag, chatting with my husband at the same time.
Quick as a flash, a black cockroach scuttled out of it. In an equal but opposite reaction, I recoiled and screamed like a Hitchcock heroine. The roach hid in the corner of the room behind some frames on the floor which were waiting to be put up. We drew some magic chalk lines on the floor, normally the roach should cross the lines, take up the poison into its body and die somewhere in the house. Cockroaches like the dark, which is why my black handbag was so inviting to it.

Later on in the week, I asked our maid to clean up our shelves in the bathroom, which were a bit dusty. About 10 minutes she walks past me, and proudly displays a dead cockroach on the end of toilet brush.
Me: "Was it dead?" thinking it could be the handbag roach
Her: "No, I killed it Madam" she replied proudly

So where do cockroaches go to die? I don't know, but I'll never look at my handbag in the same way!
Photo by dailysnap on flickr.