|A dusty imprint|
If you've read my last blog post on the 18th of July, you will know that my landlord's asked me to move, for he needed his flat. An (un)lucky coincidence had it that another flat (his dad's) in the building became vacant and he offered it to me. Because it was the simplest and stress-free solution (so I thought), I accepted. In the meantime, I was at the bike shop every day, helping to service our Japanese bicycles in order to prepare 20 bikes for an event, a Japanese picnic. Because I was still new to the whole bike-mechanic business, I wasn't the fastest and needed quite a bit of help from Noah, who found himself busy dealing with repairs and customers due to the summer finally showing up on our door step. And every time we had a bike or two done, customers would come and buy them right away. (Pesky customers; how dare they buy our bikes!--just kidding.) The date of the event came closer and with it, our days became longer; we literally ended up working till midnight. I have to say, I enjoy working late, without interruptions, good music and a beer or two an hour before we finish up. And in between the 7-day-late-night-weeks I packed boxes and moved into the other flat. It was a time with little sleep, much cursing when I hurt myself, and plenty of hugs needed. I still loved being in the shop.
What I didn't love--at all--was the gross discovery of an unwanted gift the former tenants left me: a massive cockroach infestation!
|Behind the sofa|
|At the sink|
|Three of them|
|German cockroach on kitchen worktop|
I was speechless. Had I known there was a problem, I'd most certainly not taken the flat and I'm more than pissed off with the previous tenants who kept it all a secret. The landlord didn't know anything about it, and they didn't tell me either. And that's a guy working as a chef! Later on I confronted him and he said he didn't know there's a major problem, but he said he'd put poison every day and sprayed Raid.
Yeah, right, you fucker, and you didn't think telling me about it isn't important? I was fuming. So, now you see why I wasn't really compelled to blog, plus I didn't have Internet until just recently. My day-to-day routine is completely thrown overboard; it takes me about an hour to be able to prepare some sandwiches for me, to feed the iguana and else, for all I'm doing is wipe, clean, disinfect everything, and then do it all again after food preparation. In the evenings, in particular, I need to dry all dishes and store them away, and dry all surfaces as I've put DE (diatomaceous earth) everywhere--including all cupboards--in order to fight the infestation.
|Diatomaceous earth & disinfectant|
I've ranted about it on Facebook and am sick and tired of people making the most ridiculous suggestions like: get Zorro to eat them, or that I should call EH. First of all, Iguanas are vegetarians and sleep at night, and even if he'd eat insects, I'd never want him to eat cockroaches as they're not particularly picky about their food and would eat feces. EH gave me exactly the answer I knew they'd give me, I've only called them up so I could tell people to shut up and keep their silly advice to themselves. It seems there's nothing I can do about it, other than continue with the strict regime and hope, but, to be honest, at the moment, all I want is to pack my things, fumigate everything I want to keep, and move out of this hell. I feel like I'm a nightmare and can't wake up.