The Creepy-Crawler in the Shower 10/27/2009
 The shower in our room is a little room in itself; probably a little bigger than a closet. Usually a typical Cambodian bathroom includes a shower head and toilet in the same room and then a sink outside of the room. The shower is not incased by glass or shielded by a curtain, but open so when you take a shower in this bathroom, everything gets wet. But the set up in our room is a little different in the way that we have a little room with a toilet in it and then a separate little room with shower in it, and then a sink and mirror beside these rooms. The water is cool which is refreshing after a hot day, although, there’s something about shaving in cold water that doesn’t work out as well as one would hope. Whenever I shower I tend to watch the drain beneath my feet, in which all that cold water is swishing down. The reason for this is because of past experiences in this shower during our last trip to Cambodia. There were a couple of times when I would be showering, and a black centipede would slither out of that drain. Nothing could have made me shoot out of that shower faster. “Josh, there’s a centipede in there!” I’d exclaim to my husband who would be sitting nonchalantly on the bed reading. “Well, you have some hard stuff in there like shampoo bottles, whack it with that,” he’d suggest. “I don’t wanna be in there with that thing!” was my response. There’s something about standing there while a centipede squirms in the water moving toward my feet that makes me completely uneasy-to say the least! Ultimately I’d stand outside the shower and fight with the little creature, splashing it down the drain, only for it wash up again, all of its little feet wiggling proudly. I’d take Josh’s advice and slam a shampoo bottle on it, breaking the centipede in 2 pieces and still the little creepy-crawly would live! I had never realized how resilient those things were before these water wars. I put off cleaning the shower for a while, when I had picked up the scrub brush and the centipede crawled out of the brush and onto my hand. One time, the centipede actually ran out of the shower, across the floor, and out of sight. It wasn’t until the next day when I was sitting on the bed, that I saw the little menace skitter across the floor. After throwing aside furniture and luggage, looking for the thing, I actually broke a wooden spatula smacking it over it over the centipede’s spindly body. So far during these first few days back in Cambodia, I haven’t met with this little urchin, nor have I seen a rat or even a gecko yet, though yesterday when I was in the kitchen stirring up some curry on the stove, I did hear the Tockay gecko croaking its little lullaby outside the window. I suppose if you travel somewhere tropical, you must be willing to accept the tropical creatures, to some point at least. But with that being said, my showers shall remain short ones. Comments02/27/2011 18:30
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