Our landlord came home today with a big pump, which I thought was for his motorbike tyres. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Within a few minutes he was pumping a foul smelling liquid down the latrine. 20 seconds later the penny dropped. Thousands of huge dead-man-walking roaches swarmed out of the latrine pit, in a futile bid for safety. Without too much exaggeration, if you had been sitting on said latrine at the time, it would have made the cut for a B grade horror movie. Four children, myself and two chickens were waiting to prevent the roaches encroaching (apologies) on our house, armed only with sticks and beaks respectively. It was amazing that the chickens even survived after eating hundreds of insecticided bugs.
Again to avoid flashing the camera around, I didn’t get a photo or video of the invasion itself, but here’s a rogue roach that managed to traverse the gauntlet of people + chickens into our bedroom.
We should celebrate though, the latrine is now roach-free after being flushed out (apologies again) by the lethal local lotion.