Fieldset
big bug battle breaks bad boy

I haven’t mentioned yet that for this posting, I’ve been lucky enough to drag along my husband, Jason.Sometimes when you are posted in a capital and the security is really good and the stars are aligned juuuuuuust right, you can arrange this sort of thing.And it’s quite handy since otherwise I wo

I haven’t mentioned yet that for this posting, I’ve been lucky enough to drag along my husband, Jason.Sometimes when you are posted in a capital and the security is really good and the stars are aligned juuuuuuust right, you can arrange this sort of thing.And it’s quite handy since otherwise I would live all by myself in the guesthouse, and with my cooking skills, have to survive off of popcorn and tuna melts (ahhhh university days).Last night I realized just one more benefit to the arrangement: bug duty.

Up until last evening, we were doing all right in the pest department.On my first day I saw a gigantic rat crawl under a fence, and mosquitoes have the run of the apartment.It was not too bad in my view (when I worked in Mexico as a human rights observer, I remember the rats, as large as small cats, outnumbering the IDPs in one settlement.One night I fell asleep eating dried apricots and when I woke up the baggie had been shredded and the fruit was all gone.I didn’t sleep too well the next night).But the delicate balance of nature all changed last night.I was in the bathroom, peacefully reading “Calvin and Hobbes” and all of a sudden I saw a huuuuge cockroach.Like, bigger than Toronto cockroaches.It was bigger than my thumb.Big.So the feminist I am, I bailed out of there into the bedroom, threw up the mosquito net, leapt onto the bed and took cover while yelling at Jason to ‘take care of it’.

Now, I won’t bore you will all of the details of Jason’s heroic attempt to kill the offending creature, but after he leapt out of the bathroom and did the icky-icky-yucky dance, I asked how it was going.That’s when my husband looked up at me with eyes like saucers and explained, “He charged me!!!”

Needless to say, the cockroach escaped.Jason was a little shook up so I remarked that we really had little to worry about; this was nothing like the cockroach stories that came out of Muhajariya in Darfur (I’ll just say that squat toilets + leaping cockroaches = unhappy expats).I’m not sure he fully appreciated the story, but it made me feel better.