Saturday, October 03, 2009

The roaches. When I came to Australia I was not expecting the roaches. Even when I was warned about them my first day at the lab, I continued not expecting the roaches. How naive I was. How blissfully ignorant.

I have found five cockroaches in the house. One I chased around my room for almost ten minutes before catching in a soap dish. I had to climb up on the bathroom sink late one night in an (ultimately unsuccessful) attempt to capture another from the shower ceiling. And a few days ago my housemate found one in the refrigerator. That's right. In the refrigerator.

I have learned to turn the lights on and give rooms a once-over before entering them. I check my shoes before I put them on. I do not walk around outside in flip-flops after dark.

It's funny. Everywhere you go there are postcards with koalas and kangaroos on them, even though this is Sydney and there's not a koala or roo in sight. But I've yet to see a postcard of a cockroach...

There is, however, a live one under my dresser that I discovered while writing the last sentence. Excuse me for a moment.

...

No, make that a dead one. I didn't kill it. Its desiccated corpse appears to have been collecting dust for some time. I've been sleeping in the same room as a dusty cockroach corpse.

Oh man. I hope Katie doesn't read this. Three feet from your head, mate.

** Update at 11:17pm: Make that seven roaches I've found in the house. Not including the dead one.

4 comments:

kt said...

DUDE OF COURSE I'M GOING TO READ THIS. SO UNCOOL.

bishi said...

yeah. sorry about that...

kt said...

haha you're not sorry at all, are you?

bishi said...

too bad you can't hear my evil cackle from the 'gong.