The last few weeks we’ve been getting roaches in the cabin - huge, awful, gigantic, unbelievably fast ones. It’s the middle of summer and I know every Australian household is seeing them, but still. It’s not an infestation, just a few wandering in from outside, but it’s enough to severely freak me out. The house I grew up in had a constant roach problem, I was always waking up in the middle of the night to find one crawling on me. And my dad had the most awful attitude about it. No one likes roaches, I know, but I honestly think growing up in that house has given me a full blown phobia. I have what I recognise is an extreme reaction to them. And I feel stupid about it, but it is what it is.
It’s been years and years since I woke up to one crawling on me in the middle of the night - not since leaving that house. But it happened yesterday morning! I woke up and felt something crawling on my back - I got up and checked the bed, nothing. James woke up and we chatted, I looked down and there was the hugest roach you’ve ever seen, in my sheets. I screamed and screamed (I really fucking screamed), commando rolled out of the room, and then proceeded to sit on the couch and sob. And I mean really sob. I cried and cried (uncontrollably, totally hysterically) for about half an hour, and spluttered out that I wanted a pest man to come. (He’s coming! Today! In 2 hours! Lightning fast action on James’ part).
But here is the good and romantic part - last night when James came home from work, he announced that he had important business about the house. He changed into a completely absurd “inspection” outfit that consisted of briefs and suspenders, and went about the house with a ladder and huge magnifying glass, examining each corner and crack of the house for “possible points of egress”. He examined drains, window frames, pipes, all of it, occasionally snapping his suspenders for effect. He taped over any cracks no matter how tiny, put down new mesh over all the drains, held the magnifying glass over every inch of the house. Until it was funny, until I felt safe. It was so loving, how could I have imagined anyone would love me so well.