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Kafka!Night
I went to a barbecue on Saturday, which isn't all that notable except for the part where it was overseen by an Argentinian friend. By God, my pathetic English barbecues will never be the same again. Mmm.
Anyway, drama of the weekend was when the neighbours called the police (again, not all that notable -- for some infuriating reason, Barcelona residents don't knock and tell you to keep it down, but will call the police at the slightest sound). We left in the early hours of the morning to get the nightbus back into the city centre.
I believe that was when my friend Louise started singing La Cucaracha. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. "Why are you singing that?" I asked.
"Because," she said, "There's a cockroach. And there's one over there. And one there. Oh, and over there..."
Internets, I screamed my damned head off. Understand, I had up until this point never seen a live cockroach, ever. They're just so big and fast and oh my, I knew to expect them in Spain, but they freak me the hell out. My skin was crawling as I watched them skittering about the road. Louise told me to calm down, because my flat "would definitely, definitely have them."
Sleeping hasn't been a problem since. At all. o_O
Anyway, drama of the weekend was when the neighbours called the police (again, not all that notable -- for some infuriating reason, Barcelona residents don't knock and tell you to keep it down, but will call the police at the slightest sound). We left in the early hours of the morning to get the nightbus back into the city centre.
I believe that was when my friend Louise started singing La Cucaracha. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. "Why are you singing that?" I asked.
"Because," she said, "There's a cockroach. And there's one over there. And one there. Oh, and over there..."
Internets, I screamed my damned head off. Understand, I had up until this point never seen a live cockroach, ever. They're just so big and fast and oh my, I knew to expect them in Spain, but they freak me the hell out. My skin was crawling as I watched them skittering about the road. Louise told me to calm down, because my flat "would definitely, definitely have them."
Sleeping hasn't been a problem since. At all. o_O
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As for cockroaches well here they grow to about 7 to 8 cm and they fly as well as scuttle everywhere. I remember as a child a cockroach ran across my forehead in bed and ran up my body across my shoulders and down again while I was doing my homework. My parents' house backs onto a storm water drain where they breed. At night you can hear them in between the walls, they crawl up from under the house and scratch and scratch. Needless to say I never do sleep well at my parents' house. All the insecticide sprayed seems to make no difference to their numbers. Do you know the children's band, the Wiggles? They were once a not particularly successful pub band called The Cockroaches. Their name said it all in explaining their popularity.*g*
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Oh my God. If I heard a cockroach scratching in my flat, I would run screaming, I swear. I'm used to my bugs being swat-friendly (have I just discovered an advantage to coming from nothern Europe? Yes, yes I have).
How do you control them, anyway? Do you have to set special traps? *Shudder*
I couldn't imagine going to see a band with such a horrid name, either. ;)
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The advantage will only be temporary as global warming advances so will the inevitable tide of cockroaches advance northwards, just as the ugly cane toads advance south in Oz.
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To Greenland!
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Ahahahaa. I slay myself.
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I can't make quiche. :(
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i hope i dont come back as one. urrgh i am shivering thinking about them.
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I can't even bear the idea of them crunching underfoot! I swear I'm moving to Finland or something come the Day of the Cockroaches!