Wednesday, April 15, 2015
The Autumn Rains Bring Unexpected Gifts
Thunder! Lightning! Power Outages (small ones). RAIN!
We have had our first rain of the Autumn season and it was a good one - howling torments and running around like mad closing summer-open windows as the rain poured in.
The morning after, I sent this email to Mum:
This morning we discovered that our open windows had let in a piteous trail of refugees - all the summer spiders and pill bugs, coming in out of the rain. As for ants - the ones that live in the bougainvillea outside the bathroom window got flooded out and headed straight in a body towards dryer pastures.
Mr Tabubil met them before I did. There was much howling. "They're coming in EVERYWHERE!"
"What are? From where?!"
"Ants! Lots and lots of ants! I don't KNOW! EVERYWHERE! Do something!"
I squeezed a lemon so I could break their trail with citric acid and went in. I've found.... six ants so far.
A very large part of me would love to see Mr Tabubil go work for a year in Papua New Guinea for a while, just for a sense of perspective.
Mum wrote back:
Mr Tabubil needs a good tropical experience all right - with ants and cockroaches and spiders and geckos - and snakes of course. Did I tell you what happened to your father when he opened his suitcase on our return from PNG last week? In front of him and myself, a gigantic cockroach climbed out of his valise. It was awfully big and I had to go thumping after it with a shoe.
This cockroach had hitchhiked its way across border crossings to lend to strut its stuff in front of all the not quite as gigantic, Australian cockroaches. The bold effrontery of this specimen. I am sure it had plans to improve on the gene pool of Australia's cockroaches. I did eventually lay waste to its plans with a final and more enraged assault. I suppose in a way, it's speed and cunning, pitted against - ??? -- I guess I could only offer 'size', gave it the huge advantage. My size meant nothing against its deviousness.
Have you noticed how hard it is to exterminate a determined insect!?
Yes, I surely have. Mr Tabubil has as well. Mum and I can't really talk, of course. My deep-freeze Canadian Mr Tabubil might be climbing the furniture but he holds cards of his own. When the giggling starts, all he has to do is mention Mum's Canadian Bear bells. And bear stick. And bear flare. And the car she picked out because it looked square and solid enough that a hungry bear wouldn't be able to roll it on the first go...