I’ve had two close encounters with cockroaches yesterday evening and I’m not happy about it quite frankly. Cockroaches are supposed to only exist in Sydney as far as I’m concerned but perhaps this is the price I pay for living closer to the city, it’s so much warmer and more humid here which the bloody things seem to like.
So yesterday I was trying to have a nice relaxing shower in the 40-degree heat when lo and behold on the other side of the shower curtain I see a blooming cockroach. I sort of freaked, didn’t even get to condition my hair…quickly finished soaping myself and ran out of the shower dripping wet clutching a towel and rushed down the stairs to try and find the bug spray. In what can only be termed impeccable timing, my housemate immediately decides to come home and opens the door to a very wet and scared looking housemate who begins stammering at him to please kill the cockroach and find the bug spray. He takes care of my stupid problem not without some hunting down of the stupid thing which seems to have gone into hiding. Thankfully, we find it and the offending article is taken outside.
Much later on, this time not sopping wet and unclothed, I go to use the toilet and find another one of the buggers in the loo. This time I’m much less freaked out and get the can of bug spray and watch it do what looks like breakdancing (according to my housie). It’s still there, but totally and utterly out of commission.
Go back to Sydney you pesky things! Bother us no more in Melbourne!
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