The other night I went out with Ian, Richie, and Landon, so Mrs. Columbus decided to go back to the hotel and get to sleep early. No big deal really as this often happens but it means that when I come back to the room later in the evening I usually have to tap lightly on the door and wake herself up to be let in – sometimes this is met with a bit of a scowl, so I typically don’t make a habit of it!
Anyway, it is approaching the wee hours as I tap lightly on the door, and am surprised when Mrs. Columbus throws the door open because every light in the place is on, and the Mrs. has her sleeping mask on? I am about to ask why she just did not turn the lights out instead of using her mask, when she leaps into a story of her evening.
According to her rendition of the story, she has not yet had any sleep, and she is not at all prepared to shut the lights out because when she returned to the room earlier and went into the loo, she saw a giant cockroach running around on the wash basin. By her description it was a big as a dog, and should have had a collar and a leash!
After trying unsuccessfully to trap the dangerous beast with a glass she decided to close the door and leave all the lights on as a warning to the rascal to keep his distance. The downside of course was that with all the lights on she would not be able to sleep, so the solution to that problem was the face mask – sadly that did not work and no real sleep was had….
So on my arrival I was ushered to the dunny to try and hunt the creature down, but he must have been sufficiently scared by Mrs. Columbus that he had retreated to some dark corner and I was able to negotiate turning off all of the room lights as long as we left the bathroom lights on to create a dangerous photon barrier to those within. Of course the simple solution would have been to just go to the reception desk and let them know, but it took another night of trying to sleep in a semi-lit room for the creature to re-appear and for us to engage ‘the big guns’.
The big guns it turns out are a couple of equally squeamish girls from housekeeping but armed with some sort of spray (labeled in Thai) that does in fact – kill bugs dead!! After a thorough fogging of the bathroom Mr. cockroach flips himself over on his back and gives up – oddly somehow in the intervening time he has shrunk from the dog sized villain that Mrs. Columbus originally saw to a still reasonably sized bug the size of a small thumb, but not nearly quite as threatening, especially now as he gets swept up by the housekeepers and carted away. As a warning to some of his friends, the maids gas the room quite well, and when we return later in the afternoon, it looks like remains of a shootout in a drug den as the floor in the bath is now littered with the carcases of a handful of dead comrades.
All is well that ends well though as Mrs. Columbus has now once again strengthened her resolve, and upon seeing the 2nd round of casualties was not even startled, she just brought the maid over to deal with the aftermath and we went on about our business, so kudos to her for being a good trooper! (We are however still sleeping with a light on 🙁 )





























