Originally Posted by
Ascend Charlie
In our little portable donga for the SAR crew and maintainers lived an old pop-up toaster. I put bread into it, and it did its thing, but the toast wasn't cooked yet. I pushed the lever back down and when the second run was done, the toast was good. But out ran a little cockroach with his arse on fire.
Hmmm...remove the toast, push the lever down again, and again, and after 5 cycles I had forced 18 cockroaches out of their hotel. The toaster went in the bin, and I went to the Base XO to demand a move to a better building, which we got.
Not a zobit's story but the Airmen's Mess at RAF Colerne was closed for around 12 hours (1972 IIRC) whilst the long-term cockroach tenants were nuked. Pity the poor caterers tasked with knocking up hundreds and hundreds of butties for the troops.
Said scuttling insects were never seen again. Maybe the survivors fled to a certain cobwebbed village pub and died of loneliness...
Grub was always good at Colerne, especially on AOC's day.