Mon 5 September 2005 - All cockroaches must die
I had an unwelcome visitor last night. Just as I was about to sit down with my piping hot dinner, I glanced up and saw a cockroach creeping along in the kitchen, where the wall meets the ceiling.
Frankly, I was horrified. I know people who live in Sydney are used to seeing cockroaches everywhere, but those of us who reside elsewhere in the country are not. On one memorable occasion I was visiting a friend of a friend’s place in Sydney, relaxing on the couch, when I looked down and saw the dog chewing on something. Yep, a cockroach. Nobody batted an eyelid.
So I rang my formerly-Sydneysider brother-in-law Adrian for advice: he said to squash it, then be sure to find the eggs it drops.
Knowing the legends about cockroaches surviving a nuclear attack, I prepared a huge industrial-sized wad of rolled-up newspaper. (Gross bits coming up.)
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