Let this be a warning to you all...

Currently we have a little situation on our hands in the Big Brown Box - (aka, my current abode). Seems the cockroaches think this is a super fine place to live, as do we. 10 minutes walk to one of the more famous beaches in the world - who would complain!

We (human flat dwellers) can't seem to come to an agreement on their space vs our space. For the first time in many years, I'm resorting to bug spray & the inhuman practice of mass murder. I'm pretty tolerant of basic bug populations sharing my space, ever since I moved to the eastern beaches and the tendancy for old buildings not to have fly screens. We don't get many flys around here, definately a postive. The ants that seemed to love our basil plant. Arnold the Huntsman spider - leg span the size of the palm of a guys hand...who scared the crap out of us often whilst living in the stairwell was a lovely guest.

Our 'mates' the cockroaches more than make up for it.

We're getting the giant ones - for you non bug fiends - they're about 2 inches long , 3/4inch wide - upside - making them easy targets. Downside - they love to fly - always fun when you're trying to get to sleep and these bastards flutter by your face...yes, such a wonderful feeling. We're also being infiltrated by the smaller versions of cocheroachus. I haven't quite gotten identification down pat as to which will grow up to be big mama's and which won't. I just aim & thwack. I'm so desperate to minimise the colonies that I have resorted to squashing with whatever comes to hand quickest. Usually this is a bare body part - I squashed a huge on the other day with my bare foot. My housemate swears she heard the cracking of Mr C's shell from down the hall. And my "Eeeeeeeeeeeek, Ewwwwwwwwww''. Poor Roach - my foot was probably the filthiest thing he'd come across in his life.

We all know I'm going to hell. My bug squashing is taking me a few notches closer.