How to start…I believe I’m a nice person, so I don’t know what I have done to deserve all this crazy stuff going on in my life. I think I can say this was my worst day in Israel so far.
At 5am I went to the bathroom and saw a massive roach on the floor. I wanted to scream but there was no sound. It quickly crawled away, and I couldn’t find it under the little bench I saw it go to. It must have gone into one of the very many cracks in the tiled floor (I read that even big roaches can hide into cracks that are 1.5 mm big. Also, this cracked tiled floor is my bedroom too). I’m actually surprised my hair didn’t turn white on spot, as I was so scared.
I said before I had insectophobia, and I was already freaking out when I saw two roaches in Haifa. Well seeing them was one thing, living with them another. Also, this one was massive. I don’t know how I will be able to spend one more month here and how I will be able to sleep!! All I could think of the whole day was that roach. I saw it in front of my eyes the whole time.
If I had to choose between spending a month with a hundred of rats and a single roach, I would choose those damn rats. I know rats can be killed easily, but roaches, they can survive nuclear explosion, they can live for weeks after having their heads cut off!!! The fact you cannot get rid of them, destroy them scares me so much, it’s like they are not even from this world.
Of course, I raised the issue with the owner, but she wasn’t quite listening to what I was saying – which was to get traps and call an exterminator. In the end she got an ultrasound sensor that should keep roaches away (somehow it also annoys me as well, maybe I am a roach myself!!)
I also convinced her to take all the trash out, and said I would help her carry it as there were 5 bags in total. As we were leaving, another roach crawled out of the bag…I think people in one mile radius must have heard me scream. I killed it with a roach poison spray, inhaled a lot of it in the process, no regrets here, I’d rather get poisoned than be with roaches in the same room. So that was roach number two. Funny, as for the flat where there were no roaches until now, there are a few already, but luckily that roach spray was at hand, what a coincidence.
I also spoke to the neighbour who’s in charge of the building, and she called a “guy”, who I hope is an exterminator. He will put some poison into the water supply, apparently not harmful to humans, and we also won’t be able to use water for 24 hs. But again, I’d rather be sweaty and stinky than surrounded by roaches.
I would also like to mention that after I took the trash out, as I was coming back towards the building, I saw another roach outside, this one was 8 cm big. I’m still surprised how I handled the whole situation today actually, usually I wouldn’t even be able to breathe properly, I would hyperventilate and my heart would be racing like crazy. Although, now as it got dark, I feel truly scared again. I’m listening to every noise and I’m looking at all shadows.
Since I had troubles concentrating (today I actually had a pretty good excuse), in the afternoon I decided to wash all my host’s dirty dishes, which included 30 plastic containers, cutlery, 5 pans, 8 glasses, mugs, plate…I hope no one will leave any food on the table or the kitchen desk anymore, as that’s what those little bastards are after.
However, I’m also thinking that maybe I’m glad it happened today. I am going to be in the flat by myself for 5 days starting from Monday, and if I saw roaches then, I don’t think I would handle it well. This way, hopefully, the situation can get under control before everyone leaves.
I’ve also read that roaches hate garlic. Well, tomorrow I will buy tons of garlic and I will become the garlic queen. Apologies if people think I stink, but I’ve got to do everything to save my sanity.
Meanwhile, my family is already planning that when I am back home, they will unpack me in the garden, and disinfect everything. I’m suspecting they may use a hose on me in the garden too…who knows what kind of crap I may bring back home. I miss those times when my greatest issue was some muppet dropping dirty socks on my face. Great times. Or I remember when I was living in Cardiff and we had slugs in the kitchen and the bathroom. I remember this one time when I was taking a shower and I noticed a slug on the shower door, watching me. I miss those times. I also remember living in another flat in Cardiff and arguing with my flatmate about emptying bins. He refused to take the trash out until stuff was falling on the floor. I was trying to explain to him that it needs to be emptied regularly otherwise you get insects and stuff. And well, two years later I made my point. This is why you put your trash out on regular basis. Because you don’t want to have roaches in your flat. That’s why. On another occasion, with another housemate of mine in Cardiff I had an argument about cleaning surfaces, putting food away and cleaning dirty dishes. This is why you clean all the surfaces, don’t leave food on the table, and clean your dishes. Because you don’t want to have roaches in your flat. That’s why.
Israel is a hot country, and roaches like environment like this, so to minimise risks of getting them, it is absolutely crucial that everything is clean and no food is left on the table overnight (or in some cases several nights…).
I feel really upset and angry, I have had really nice time in Israel so far, and it hurts me that roaches should ruin that. 30 nights left here…I don’t know how I will survive this. I wish I could live in a bubble like Jake Gyllenhaal did in “Bubble Boy”.
The Roach Queen
I worked on my thesis today, and didn’t even leave the flat for a minute, so my day was fairly boring.
In other news, I would like to report a crime.
One of the other flat occupants ate half of my hummus! I wasn’t pleased. Apart from myself, the other people living in the flat at the moment are: my airbnb host, her daughter, one German guy (the nice man who gave me a lift to Tel Aviv) and another German guy. And I suspect this guy was the one who ate my hummus. Perhaps it’s time for passive aggressive notes? Something inspired by Ross Geller and his sandwich?! I didn’t have any problems until now but I guess I am going to start labelling my food from now on. I would like to give this guy one very important advice: not to even think of eating my food ever again, as I may bite his head off if he does, and I don’t mean it as a figure of speech, I really will do it.
The combination of being home the whole day, thesis and limited sugar intake definitely make me more aggressive, so I definitely need to go outside tomorrow. I already booked a ticket to one museum (you can’t buy a ticket at the door but you have to do it online), so I have one trip guaranteed for sure!