Came home yesterday evening to a 6-leg salute. You know the one. In my yoga class, they call it the dead-bug pose. Well, when I turned on the lights in the kitchen, I can assure you, this bug was most definitely just posing.
I won’t go into details about the obscene size or crunch-factor of this guy, nor my disgust at thinking about where he might have come from and how he got there and where the rest of his family might be. Suffice it to say that I promptly did what any self-assured, independant woman would do … screamed like an idiot, called my husband (who is in the US), covered “it” with a glass that I proudly managed not to shatter in the process, and then called late-night emergency maintenance to come and help. Hey, it was an emergency. I justified my lunacy by reassuring myself that they must see the sheer size of this animal/bug for themselves, otherwise they would not have believed me. What happened next, you may not believe.
At 9:30pm the door rang and I met an adorably plump, short, Chinese man — who showed me he had most of his teeth when he displayed the best smile I’ve seen since I’ve arrived in Singapore. That or maybe I was just so happy he came to rescue me. Though lured on the premise of a broken A/C unit (he quickly put that one to bed and showed me how to turn the fan on “high”), I showed him the pet. No problem. In one flash movement he whipped off the glass, flattened his hand, and BAM. Yep. Squished the giant c****oach with his bare hands. Grossed out? Nope .. wait. He then proceeds to PICK-IT-UP between thumb and forefinger (laughing and talking to me the whole time mind you … while I’m trying not to lose my lunch & offer him Purel and a loofah), says goodnight and TAKES IT WITH HIM. Ugh. Nasty.
Anyway, they’re spraying the apartment today. Hopefully that’s the last I’ll see of that while in S’pore!
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