Realising that Ella needed some entertainment, we headed back via Kiama so that she could paddle in the ocean rock pools. It wasn't terribly successful. The water in the rockpool (on the right) was as warm as a bath but Ella couldn't decide between that and the ocean pool (on the left) so stood blocking the steps and crying instead. In the end we dried her off and took her to a delicatessen where I bought some sweet potato and spinach frittata for her tea, then walked across the road to the playground.
The playground ran off some of her frustration but the frittata ended up thrown onto the grass for the seagulls so we cut our losses and headed back to Sydney.
It's odd thinking of Sydney as home, but we definitely felt we were coming home. We'd set cockroach baits before we left so I was preoccupied with thoughts of roaches all the way home and kept imagining all the places they might be hiding while we'd been away. The journey was thoroughly miserable - Ella whining constantly for two hours (and who could blame her) while we were torn between stopping the car (again) and pressing on to Sydney.
By the time we got home it was 8.30pm. There was a large cockroach in the washing machine and a smaller cousin in Ella's bedroom. Darren evacuated the washer while I stamped on the other one with my shoe until I was sure it was dead. I brushed it under the air con unit. Five minutes later it was nowhere to be seen. They play dead. They are worse than you can imagine.
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We were always told in Japan not to squash the cockroaches because they often have eggs in them, which will hatch. I have also been told that if you leave cockroach carcasses around then all its cockroach mates will smell the dead body and come and eat it. I don’t know how true any of this, but I do know that if you have a cockroach problem, and you do as they were in the house before you moved in, then the landlord has to pay for a professional exterminator to come round to deal with them: Cockroaches living in the dishwasher is unacceptable.
This is really horrid, but I bought a dyson, and now when I see a cockroach, I vacuum it up and keep the cleaner turned on until all signs of life are gone, and then I tip the body into a plastic bag, stamp on it, and then dispose of it in the communal dustbins.
I'll get back onto the landlord's agent.
I'm with you on the dyson
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