6/2 – Honey, I shrunk the kids.

Woke up this morning and thought for a split second that I was part of that film. Had a quick look around and noticed that the interior of my flat seemed to be pretty much the same size as when I went to bed. Thus, I had to conclude that it was the bug that was huge, and not me being shrunk by a mad scientist overnight. The biggest cockroach I’ve ever seen had decided to move into my bathroom, how nice with a pet as company, almost as big as a puppy, but less furry. Having heard stories about 130 kg men standing on such creatures without it bothering the bug a single bit, I decided to stick to the true girly solution to the invasion (and yes mum, I know your view on my spider handling techniques). Keep a close eye on the cockroach, continue to do what you were supposed to do and get out of the flat as quickly as possible. Oh…and take a photo of it, to save the time of looking up the Portuguese name for cockroach before getting out of the door. Politely showed the guy at the front desk the picture and then left for my hiking trip with a promise that my flat would be sprayed (probably with some efficient stuff that’s been prohibited in Europe for the last 20 years) as soon as the maintenance staff got on shift. Back home again I can’t see or smell any trace of bugs or pesticides, so I’ll just pretend like nothing ever happened I think. And hey, if I survived having tarantulas hanging over my head when going to the bathroom shack and Eastern Browns lurking under the houses nearby our tents, when going water skiing in the New South Wales rice fields, I’m sure a cockroach or two would be quite nice company in comparison.

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