I just got back from the supermarket.
It's a wee walk, and then in the store and a hard right for the vege section.
I select some tomatoes and turn back to the pram TO SEE A GODDAMN COCKROACH - and it was all so fast, but I think it ran from the visor hood and then it's on the toy my baby is holding and then that toy is flung by me across the supermarket floor and the big boy is all 'what what' and i'm all 'ugh! ugh!' and two kindly women look at me, and one man backs off to find the less-loony canned food aisle.
I kill the sucker with a good stamp, then check the shoe to make sure he's pulversised, then shudder my way over to the onions to recover, feel sick, and consider dinner.
And the thing is, it was on the pram. Does that mean I brought it with me ? On a freaking WALK from my house ? Farque I hate cockroaches.
But please, tell me .. does this happen to anyone else ? Because i've yet to see anyone else do a cockroach dance, but I seem to have a yearly thing for it. I got a "Pro" in when we first bought the house and something very yukky happened* ( detailed below, leave now if your stomach is not strong ), and he says it's not a filth thing, it's a water thing - they're 99.8% water or something.
I've come to think of this house as a bit of a house of pestilence.
Let me go back a bit:
2003: I see my FIRST EVER COCKROACH. No, seriously. I was in a popular Brunswick St cafe for lunch, and it CRAWLED UP MY CHAIR LEG and ONTO MY JACKET. I was cool, I was discrete, I killed that sucker, and the staff thanked me for not making a fuss.
2004: I move from the inner burbs across the river. Southside. At the end of that year, I see what I think to be a CRICKET on the back sliding door, and SET IT FREE. I then google and ask online people 'what's the difference'. Get treated like a dumbass hick. Ok, so it was a cockie, sorry i'm so virginal. Oh how I WISH I was still so uninformed!
2006: move house. To current abode.
I have no idea if it's global warming, or what .. but this is
The House of Wasp & Cockroach.
Oh, and yeah, i've also had weevils since being here. It was all so depressing and seemingly finger-pointing at me, I couldn't blog about it. Was I really a dirty skank ? I mean, i'm not all white-glove-brigade .. but hey, there's no piles of festering dirty clothes either. Just a few crumbs and the toys ( the TOYS ) that drive me mad. Nothing 'dirty'.
Anyhoo - CockieMan, who I hired and he forgot to bill me, and then I didn't pursue him to pay because I didn't notice a difference assured me they come for water, and my house was quite clean. He probably says that to all the filthy skank houses he visits, but it did make me feel slightly better.
The WORST EVER night was a hot summer one when my mum was here. We ordered in pizza and it was fabulous, and all the windows were open and it was BALMY. Just glorious. Night fell and it was 8.30 and a much anticipated movie was coming on the tele ( what movie? no idea ). Excited, we all moved from the dining table to the couch, and I dimmed the lights and said i'd clean up in the FIRST ad break, because I really wanted to catch the start.
Well, I kept my word, and
( God, this makes me ill to write, I can't image how YOU all feel .. especially as i've got a couple of bloggers VISITING me at my place of residence soon - gah ! )
At the first break ( 5 minutes in ? - not long ), I turned on the light and ABOUT 10 .. 12 .. cockroaches .. ON MY TABLE .. IN THE PIZZA BOXES... OMG ... ( barf barf barf ). I felt so bad, and I know my mum ( who was living with us at the time ) found it hard to keep down her dinner, and probably made a few calls the next day, to see if she could find somewhere else to live. We think they came through the open windows ( right by the table ), lured by the smell ??
So that was the catalyst for Cockie-Guy, and when he didn't work ( we only see the occasional now, mind you - but it's ENOUGH ), my husband just got one of those hubby Mortein pump-packs from the supermarket, and it keeps us good until the next sighting .. then, repeat.
And because I have to know if it's just me ( my house is full of wasps every Summer, and this year it's bees - we've bought those 'timed release' sprays recently, because of the crawler-babe .. i'd hate him to replace my dustbuster as the main means of dead-fly-in-the-window removal ) .. is it just me ??!
Oh - and there was the time I took a gown to the drycleaners, only to have one run out of the plastic bag I brought it in ( which had been hanging on my bedroom door ) - MORTIFIED. Lucky the chick was a country lass and downplayed it as no big deal ( 'you should see the ones we get in Boolengattadoonen!' )
So .. please .. tell me i'm not so skanky ?
Tell me i'm not alone ?
and surely the fact that this is the house i've only ever been plagued means that it's not me ?
oh - and any tips on what it could be about THIS house and how to improve it welcome.
We get both American and German cockies, if anyone knows their bugs :(