Bullet-point summary of this week:
→ Started wearing jeans in to work; didn't get told off. Me: 1, School: 0
→ Have become such a regular at a club in the red light district that I not only have contact details for the bartender (who refuses to let me sit anywhere than at the counter so he can talk to me) but my drunken drawings have ended up pasted up in the girls' toilets and I somehow have come away with promises that they're throwing me a birthday party (!?)
→ Have been devouring House Of Leaves at work but now am more excited about the new Natsuo Kirino book I have waiting for me.
→ Both of the English teachers at one of my schools left, to be replaced by a disgraced teacher who has been on permanent sick leave for chronic depression. This is perhaps a story for another time, but suffice to say it's quite, quite rubbish. If you ask me, his depression is not the problem, either; the problem is his lack of any skill in teaching whatsoever.
Yesterday, however, my apartment was invaded. I'd noticed over the past few days that I was housing a few stray, tiny ants, but I thought nothing of it since this building is open to the elements and there's a much higher chance of bugs getting into it than there was in Nagoya. I went to get something to eat last night, and when I opened my cupboard I was greeted with ANTS. Many ants. (Well -- not so many as you might be imagining, but more than one or two, enough to make me freak out a little)
All of my food is in separately sealed containers, so there was no danger of them getting into it. However, they were having a party in my trash. I did the most natural thing to do when you discover an invasion of insects in your house; I panicked for a bit, watched them in morbid fascination, and then phoned my mother. Unfortunately, our conversation went something like this:
Me: Hello?
Mum: Hello?
Me: There are ANTS in my apartment! ;O;
Mum: Is that what you called to tell me?
Me: ....Yes?
Mum: *laughs*
I double-bagged my trash bags and then I went to try and put some of it out.
Try being the operative word there since in Japan you can only put certain types of rubbish out on certain days at certain times, and this was not one of those days. I just wanted to get it out of my apartment -- it's only one room and I sleep on the floor. Having ants in there didn't appeal.
I failed with the rubbish. The place where I usually go to put my trash was padlocked since it wasn't the "correct" time for me to put it out, so I had to come back and put it back into my apartment. However, I then went on a mission to a convenience store - since it was midnight already - to ask if they sold insecticide or repellent. I wasn't going to get my hopes up, but as I'd left to try and put the garbage out, I'd seen on the stairs of my apartment building the one thing I have NEVER had in my apartment and never, ever would if I could help it: a cockroach.
With that to spur me on, I went and asked if they had anything for killing/repelling insects. They did! I bought a spray specifically for doors and garbage cans that keeps them away but
also has an insecticide in it whose effects are supposed to last around two months. Success, finally!
I've only just got up so I haven't been to check on my cupboards yet, but all the food and trash has been removed and I left the doors shut after spraying it last night-- that and I can vouch that even if that spray wasn't specifically targeted at ants, it
certainly kills them. >D