One of the things about Sydney, with it’s humid weather, is that it is a veritable home to cockroaches. Melbourne and Adelaide, dryer and colder, do not suffer these problems. So I have had a continuous fight with the blighter’s ever since I got here. In Mosman I tried cockroach bombs, though I though they were next to useless. Eventually I have found the surface sprays work well. At lease here in Marrickville we have natives rather than the imported variety. They are big and live in the garden, which is a continuous source of them. I have avoided spraying the garden as I do not want to kill all the other thing living there.
People in Sydney react very strangely. They have a place in the slang that I do not fully understand. But I have seen grown adults scream in fright at the sight of one scurrying across the footpath. Very theatrical. Then this morning this one turned up outside the front door of the police. I wonder what kind of person does this. Was it a prank? Something else. Maybe the perpetrator should seek psychiatric advice.
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