The parable of the second floor men's room

There is a cockroach sitting in the urinal on the second floor, been there three days, not dead yet. He's clearly unwilling to take the plunge down the dark drain, and unable to climb the sheer metal wall out. So he sits there in the trough getting pissed on by a succession of engineering students.

Makes me think "Hey, my life's not so bad"

Update: He's gone! Did he scale the wall, or take the plunge? perhaps we'll never know. Actually, we'll almost certainly never know.

p.s. just got word from my sister that further communication from Sweden has arrived at the pare's, so I can reattempt the camera rescue job.