People think living in the tropics sounds like bliss. Especially people who come from cold parts of the world, like the United Kingdom, the north, mid west and north west of the US of A, people from Ukraine, Siberia, or… Melbourne. For example.
Well, it ain’t all eternally hot and humid fun and games. (I grew up in the sub-tropics (hello Brisbane) and after travelling quite a bit around different parts of the work, I think climate heaven exists somewhere on the south east coast of Australia, between say, Brissie and Sydney).
That aside. This morning I battled with the downside of the tropics.
Unlike some of my tropical counterparts, who have had to do battle with such nasties as festering mould in every corner and orifice (of the house), I managed to escape the spore-ing side effects of the month-long monsoon that hung over this here town, thanks in part to the upper level elevated status of my apartment.
However. We’ve got the bugs. In a major way.
When we got back from our Christmas sojourn down south, we discovered an apartment overrun with spiderwebs. They were just everywhere – under tables, chairs, countertops, on the ceiling, under the bed, behind the TV, under the couch – everwhere. Thick as ropes and full of dust.
And then there’s the cockroaches, and their eggs. Often living in the spider webs. Also in clothes, towels, curtains and BOOKS! They LOVE the books. And with cockroaches comes the cockroach poo, but that’s OK, I just tell myself it’s poppy seeds.
Last but not least, we have the ants. We’ve never previously had a problem with ants, but the wet ground must have pushed them up a few levels, because they’re everywhere. Tiny little microscopic things that I don’t even notice until they’re crawling all over me – or all over the iron, as did happen.
(I forgot one more scourge – weevils in the flour, pasta, rice etc etc…. But they weren’t the target of my wrath today).
In preparations for the descent of Mama Moi on the place of Darwin later this week, we decided to clean the flat rather comprehensively (well, our version of it). This involved using a LOT of Mortein. However, it soon became evident that this is only a band-aid soltuion; that, in fact, I will need to call in the experts at some very soon time in the future to get rid of all these nasties once and for all. Or at least for a few months.
Not sure what do so about the weevils in the flour though – not sure Mortein flavoured scones are everyone’s cup of tea…