Showing posts with label kyoshokuin jutaku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kyoshokuin jutaku. Show all posts

Summer bug post #1

Yesterday I was assaulted by a number of horrible Japanese bugs

1. a hand-sized huntsman spider
2. a 2-inch cockroach
3. a disgusting slug

I discovered the crab-like spider creature stalking the inside of the window curtain as I went to let some fresh air into the classroom before my next lesson. He scurried around the curtain a bit, creating an eerie silhouette, lit from outside. I ran to get my sandal while the college-age student teacher asked me "Are you going to SMASH it?" "Yes," I thought, "That would be the plan." I didn't know if a bite from these things could land a teacher or student in the hospital, so I shooed my new friend onto the floor and slammed sole to carapace. Success; the huntsman became the hunted.

Turns out that these spider is actually pretty innocent. An import from Australia, they are found throughout Asia and North America. They CAN bite if provoked, but they are mostly harmless to humans. But let's be honest, the huntsman has a face for radio:


and they do cause a number of deaths every year. You see, the huntsman spider tends to seek shelter inside homes and cars before a rainstorm, creeping into the nooks and crannies shared with humans. They tend to dart out of hiding spaces at a top speed of 1 meter/second, which tends to illicit surprise/shock.



Once in a while, a huntsman will pounce out from hiding in a fast-moving vehicle. An ill-timed appearance in a fast-moving car has spelled doom for many an Aussie. Anyway, now that I know these things can't really hurt me, I will try to simply shoo them outside in the future. Poor spider.

Now, I yesterday I stayed up until 3AM, trying to finish the English club (ESS) project for Cultural Festival tomorrow. We are doing an English dub of a scene from Totoro, but more on that later. Anyway, at around 2:30, while I was hard at work like any good Japanese employee, a finger-sized cockroach goes scampering across my tatami. Now this is not a welcome sight; I know that roaches are common in these old apartments, but it was my first, and I have been hoping that my proactive use of boric acid traps would ward them off. Apparently not. God damnit. I tried to sneak up on it and smash it with a book of medical schools, but it escaped, scurrying under my bed before the tome came thundering down. Under my bed. I went to the closet and grabbed a spraycan of insecticide with a picture of a rooster emblazoned on it in red (we ALTs tend to call it the Cock brand). I directed it into the crack under my bed and filled the crevace with deadly gas. Luckily it did not seep up through the mattress and kill me in the night, as I am still typing this at work.

So finally I finished my work at 3AM. I decided to reward my efforts with a hot shower. No sooner did I get my hair all good and lathered up than did I spy at a dark brown piece of paper dangling from one corner of the tub. As a I brought my un-spectacled eyes closer for examination, I realized that I was not looking at a scrap of paper, but a huge slimey slug, slithering across the pale blue fiberglass tub. UGH. After I quickly finished my shower, I went to get my camera so that I could at least show you what I have to put up with, but it had disappeared. Surely under the tub. Surely to return when I am showering again.

Let's review the Kyoshokuin Jutaku (if you are coming to Fukuoka as an ALT, chances are you will be living in one of these beautiful apartments).
-The temperature inside is basically the same as outside (in summer and winter).
-Huge bugs to be found scurrying around at night and in the shower...

living in an old Japanese apartment is basically camping in a square cave with plumbing, if you're lucky.

Speaking of which, I'm going camping this weekend. At least I'll know what to expect from living HERE.

biting the bullet: time to throw out useless crap

Okay so i've been cleaning up and unpacking some final few things for the last couple hours. Yes, still. You reach a state of equilibrium and put these things off sometimes.

I have been living in this apartment for over 3 months now, and i am starting to look around and feel a little bit like it's my own. Less and less like I am moving in. Tonight It's like i can see the light at the end of the tunnel. With just a few more hours of work, this place could really become mine and not just my inherited space.

The problem is that my predecessor left so much STUFF. i threw a lot of it away at first, but there were things that i decided to wait on--cheap plastic furniture, an ugly couch, ugly worn out pillows, random humongous pieces of cloth and unused ugly window shades. I think it's finally time to part with these final few things. I have been here three months and realized that i have not used them and never plan to. I do have a few packrat genes, but it's time to move on and furnish my place with things that i really like. I vow to throw out all the ugly crap that i inherited, don't enjoy, and don't use. Not only will this help me feel better about my home, but hopefully it'll cut back on my allergies too. Just unpacking and refolding all those ugly sets of cloth and sheets i am coughing and sneezing and wheezing because my contract-breakin' predecessor had a cat. God, i still find hair in nooks and crannies of this place. cat hair and *shudders* ...human hair. freaking gross.

i can has vlog?

cool! i didnt know i could do this. tour of my new Japanese digs: