First things first. Why do I have two Tom's? Because unlike most people, who have the name Bob the first name that comes to their head, the first name that comes to my head is Tom.
Let's start with Tom the worm. I bought him one Sunday for two pesos. He was meant for fishers. They seemed so cute, so I just had to buy one. So I did and I kept him in a cup. He died that Sunday night. I and my friend, Angel, had a drastic funeral. I think Angel was sleeping over, and my mom and sisters were watching a movie that we weren't able to watch. So we had Tom's funeral. It was wonderfully dramatic. There was a "Bible" and a priest and I would shake Angel's hand going,"I'm sorry about Tom." Next person,"I'm sorry about Tom." and stuff like that. There was even a "Tom was a good worm." and some boo hoo hoos. Then we switched places. We were so "into it" that my sister had to come out from the movie and shush us. :)
Ok, so now I have told you about Tom the worm. Now for Ralphy the cockroach. Well, first I would like to apologize for my unmanly actions that day I met Ralphy, but cockroaches really ick me out. So one day, I was sitting in my bed, when I heard a buzzing noise. I looked around, but the noise had stopped. So I went on doing whatever I was doing. Then I heard the noise again! I detected the sound and found the source. That was the first time I met RALPHY THE COCKROACH. I squealed and jumped in horror. I danced out of the room and closed the door. I grabbed a Baygon that was thankfully nearby and sprayed at the horror, only to find out that it was empty. I squealed again and called frantically for my dad, who was coming out of my parent's room. He grabbed a slipper sole (though how a slipper sole was lying around without a slipper escapes my knowledge) and stunned the cockroach. Then he sent me to get a new Baygon that was hiding in the bathroom and then he over-killed the poor thing, spraying it four times. Ralphy died on my floor beside my closet. I decided to be lazy and wait for someone to clean it up. So Ralphy stayed in my room for a week. Mom wondered aloud about sweeping him, but I got an idea on the spur of the moment (I had gotten attached to Ralphy, see and I couldn't bear not seeing him.). I told mom to please not sweep Ralphy away. Mom was shocked that I had named the cockroach, but she didn't sweep him, at least. Another week went by. And another. Then it came to the point where some old friends came to our house and I had to sweep Ralphy away. So I mournfully got the broom and swept him away.... it was hard, yo! His parts kept on falling apart and getting stuck in the broom! I finally got Ralphy's six parts to the trash can and threw him inside. Sad. RIP Ralphy, RIP.
Tom the Lizard will get a very short paragraph. He was simply a dead lizard I found on our steps one day. I named him Tom (so that Mom wouldn't throw him away.), and watched his progress in becoming a skeleton. Then, around three days after I saw him, he was gone! I think the wind blew his skeletal remains away. But you know what, there were still bits of skin on him, so I should say bitty skeletal remains or something...... :)
