Cock-a-brooches

I would rather kill them than wear them, but for Halloween, aside from being spinach, I think the scariest costume isn’t really some put together ensemble with fake blood and guts, it’s a cockroach accessory.
My sister “wore” one once when a water bug decided to nestle itself in the towel she used after her shower. She was naked, save for the two-inches of black that crawled up her spine after the towel was flung off.
I have fought them in some of the most frightening battles involving a can of Oven Off to a soundtrack of my screams I never thought humanly possible. I may have won, but there is never a victory celebration. The fear stays with you forever.
And so, why anyone would purposely wear a giant Madagascar cockroach ($80) that hisses is beyond my realm of understanding, but it strikes such fear in my heart and soul, even if the thing is in a leash, pinned to my clothing and decorated with Austrian Swarovski crystals.
Only the brave and truly demeted would wear this. And I pray to Anton LaVey that some freak has one of these on a leash on Devil's Night.
From my blog at Shecky's