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What's bugging me?

By Kt

Despite my towny tendencies to not liking the outdoors much and not really getting down with nature, my early formative years were spent in the country and I am therefore not squeamish about much. I know where meat, dairy and vegetables come from proper and know there's essentially lots of excrement involved. 
Bugs and insects, in particular, have never really bothered me. In fact, mum and I lived rather happily for a while sharing our Taunton front room with a rather large spider who we named either Harry or Henry, can't remember which. He'd come out in the evenings - to watch tv maybe - around that time mum and I were very keen on Soldier, Soldier (ask your mums kids), so maybe there was some spider love for Robson Green. Anyway, I digress. Point is, I'm not really bothered by them or the thought of them on our trip. I mean, I don't especially like them crawling on me, but who does?
There was a particularly large spider,  loitering around our corridor in Suva, that Mark took issue with that didn't bother me in the slightest. I just (an hour ago) crossed paths with a rather large and boisterous cockroach, who I gave way to (he seemed to stomp with such purpose), but I didn't shy away. I'm not relishing the time, that undoubtedly will come, when I am sharing a room or a train carriage with more than one cockroach and may have one sit on my shoulder or scamper down my hair. Not nice, but I am mentally prepared for that. 
However, there is one insect, friend to no-one, deadly enemy to many, who has already become my nemesis. He has scarred me and sent me into various states of paranoia. God, damned MOSQUITOS!!!!!!!! within the first few days they'd left their mark and when you're not ferociously scratching the many bites, you're marvelling at the leprosy like effect all these bites are having on your skin. It's not helping me achieve the sun-kissed 'I'm travelling around the world, don't you know' look, that I'd been aiming for. Luckily, looking around, all my fellow travellers are in the same situation. And at least in Fiji they are not that dangerous. There is Dengue fever but only in pockets and if we're clever with the bug spray we can contain the assault. But still.
All it takes is to know that one of the blighters is in the room somewhere for me to turn into a mad woman trying to track it down. I'm practically in camouflage, hiding in the bushes. It's at night when you're sleeping that they do their worst of course. They are like the anti-Santa!!! So you've got to get to them before they get to you. 
My usual peace loving demeanour is dropped when I obliterate one of them - it's blood curdling satisfying. 
I'm not sure I'm going to be able to avoid them much over the next year or so. Maybe I'll reach some kind if eutopian state where I don't think about them anymore. Till then, the battle continues against those little forces of evil. Wish me luck.

Posted by KtandMark 00:03 Archived in Fiji

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