Post by The Phantom on Aug 29, 2012 5:56:17 GMT 8
Yesterday and today it appears, fellow island dwellers............
" After a rat had been caught in our quarters, the Sanitary Inspector, Major Sitter, a doctor formerly from Sternberg Hospital in Manila, calmed us down with, 'It's just a LITTLE rat."
At least the rats were not as intimate a plague as bedbugs.
Curiously enough, although these vermin were certainly no respecters of persons, they picked on the women first.
When there was no longer any reasonable doubt of their presence, Mrs Bewley was horrified, but I was the most bitten.
Major Sitter promptly swung the sanitation crew into action, not only to purify the Ladies Lateral but to keep the infection from spreading throughout the tunnel.
This meant fumigating, spraying, tearing up of the beds, and thoroughly brushing of the mattresses, and we were only too happy to cooperate.
The sanitation crew invariably made a mess of our lateral.
Once I returned to find the sanitation crew still in possession.
Mattresses and bedding were piled high in the center of the passage.
A haze of oil spray hung heavy in the air.
The group's executive was seated in a chair with his legs draped over the side, giving orders.
Gruesome, standing by my bed was pounding it with his fist and watching it closely for results.
There on my bed I actually saw my first bedbug, though it was not the first time one of them had first seen me.
The soldier in the chair had been staring off into space with a dreamy expression, but now he sat up suddenly and explained that he had thought up a scheme to save time.
'But why save time?' asked soldier #2 obstructively and not without suspicion.
'Why, instead of sweating around with your individual spray guns, wasting time,' the first man exclaimed enthusiastically, 'why don't you climb up there to that big electric fan'.
'Then just pour the stuff on top of the blades'.
'Bigger coverage, less energy.
Come on...'!
That seemed a good time for me to leave."
" After a rat had been caught in our quarters, the Sanitary Inspector, Major Sitter, a doctor formerly from Sternberg Hospital in Manila, calmed us down with, 'It's just a LITTLE rat."
At least the rats were not as intimate a plague as bedbugs.
Curiously enough, although these vermin were certainly no respecters of persons, they picked on the women first.
When there was no longer any reasonable doubt of their presence, Mrs Bewley was horrified, but I was the most bitten.
Major Sitter promptly swung the sanitation crew into action, not only to purify the Ladies Lateral but to keep the infection from spreading throughout the tunnel.
This meant fumigating, spraying, tearing up of the beds, and thoroughly brushing of the mattresses, and we were only too happy to cooperate.
The sanitation crew invariably made a mess of our lateral.
Once I returned to find the sanitation crew still in possession.
Mattresses and bedding were piled high in the center of the passage.
A haze of oil spray hung heavy in the air.
The group's executive was seated in a chair with his legs draped over the side, giving orders.
Gruesome, standing by my bed was pounding it with his fist and watching it closely for results.
There on my bed I actually saw my first bedbug, though it was not the first time one of them had first seen me.
The soldier in the chair had been staring off into space with a dreamy expression, but now he sat up suddenly and explained that he had thought up a scheme to save time.
'But why save time?' asked soldier #2 obstructively and not without suspicion.
'Why, instead of sweating around with your individual spray guns, wasting time,' the first man exclaimed enthusiastically, 'why don't you climb up there to that big electric fan'.
'Then just pour the stuff on top of the blades'.
'Bigger coverage, less energy.
Come on...'!
That seemed a good time for me to leave."