Occasionally some very brave flies get up high enough to enter our home. My Buddhist sympathies go out the window as I despatch them with one of Samuel Taylor's finest products.
Spiders, I live and let live, unless I see a nasty looking one but I never have here. I have never seen a daddy long legs here. Remarkable. They clearly suffer from vertigo.
We had one attack of ants. They got into my depilatory wax, but they disappeared of their own accord and never returned.
Bogong moths make an annual visit. R hates them. I don't worry about them unless they land on my face when I am in bed.
Some very little flying critters kamikaze around light and lamp fittings.
Never had a mosquito here.
But we have a new type of visitor. My Sydney friend is in constant war with them and rants to me regularly about them. Sydney is like that. Daniel has been bothered by them quite a bit.
But I never thought I would see a cockroach in the highrise. Lo and behold, R found one in a kitchen cupboard. It scuttled away. Perhaps the oiled cast iron fry pan attracted it or the oiled wok.
Now I should check to make sure by R's description that it is a pest cockroach and not a native one, but really, what would a native one be doing here?
Cocky baits coming to a highrise soon.
PS Post interrupted by laughing until I cried at the end of Spicks and Specks.