roach wars

living on the first level, the one day i dread most is when the fumigation people come around and fog the refuse dumps. it triggers off this chaotic chain of events - the frenzied swarm of cockroaches squeeze their way into my house through every seam imaginable; we arm ourselves with brooms and slippers, ready to squash every creepy-crawly in sight; i get to use the water hose and be responsible for gunning down all the roaches scurrying along the walls and ceilings - and it's no fun at all.

before it happens, you think you're safe from the invasion with adequate preparations, but you end up staring aghast at the sight of those bloody insects squirming their way under the scotch tape, through the gaps of the window corners and under the front door.

initially, they just trickle in, a few at a time, but before you realise how they do it, they storm in by the dozens, wave after wave of glossy dark-brown aliens with hairy feet and probing antennaes. you wanna shout out "FUCK!" at the top of your voice, but on second thought, wisen up to the very real possibility of them free-falling from the ceiling and down into your throat. this bottled angst sparks a rage and the killing spree begins, marking the start of a very tense and jumpy afternoon.

by the time the squishing and splatting is done, the kitchen area looks like a ravaged war-zone - bottles, cans, plastic bags, all strewn around the nauseating mounds of mutilated, flattened bug remains - i won't even begin to describe the horrendous yellowish bug juice that's squirted onto the floor, and sometimes our toes, when the innards and brains pop out. ugh.. yucks.. the words "overkill" and "massacre" come to mind.

we're done with the cleaning up, and now i'm gonna take a long, hot shower to rid myself of the bloody goosebumps. i'm just blogging while puffing on a rewarding cigarette and waiting for the heater.

later tonight, we're off to COCA at TAKA for seafood steamboat buffet. hungry after digesting this post? bon appétit! =)