A while ago, I had briefly resumed killing many-legged things. It was when our balcony was considered prime estate by a kamblipoochi* with the mind of a speculator. Soon what seemed like the complete family of the speculator kamblipoochi including thrice removed cousins and a string of fat aunties, descended on our balcony. And soon after that, our balcony floor was a carpet of blanket worms for they multiplied every time someone had a warm thought.
After being horrified for a decent amount of time I started my attack on them.
First came eucalyptus oil. A bottle of this golden liquid had been procured by my mother for our combat against cockroaches and had since earned a standing of being quite deadly. Apart from killing cockroaches instantly, it also filled our house each time it was used, with an intensely pungent odour that gave everyone a headache. I used a syringe to squeeze out little drops of oil onto the kamblipoochis and watch them shudder and die. Gosh that sounds terrible. But it was be manic killer or be very slowly and with blanket fuzz around the edges, suffocated by multiplying kamblipoochis.
After running out of eucalyptus oil, I grimly wrapped my mom’s dupatta around my head and climbed up to the terrace. I had in my hand an effective death spray that had a formidable reputation of killing within seconds. I held it a few good feet away from me. And hunted every last little bugger down.
You have to hand it to the little blanket chaps. They’ve got an eye for the nether regions of the wide open. In my balcony, they had found homes on all the tiles that were the same colour as them, a broom, the underside of a drainpipe and any inaccessible corner.
After being horrified for a decent amount of time I started my attack on them.
First came eucalyptus oil. A bottle of this golden liquid had been procured by my mother for our combat against cockroaches and had since earned a standing of being quite deadly. Apart from killing cockroaches instantly, it also filled our house each time it was used, with an intensely pungent odour that gave everyone a headache. I used a syringe to squeeze out little drops of oil onto the kamblipoochis and watch them shudder and die. Gosh that sounds terrible. But it was be manic killer or be very slowly and with blanket fuzz around the edges, suffocated by multiplying kamblipoochis.
After running out of eucalyptus oil, I grimly wrapped my mom’s dupatta around my head and climbed up to the terrace. I had in my hand an effective death spray that had a formidable reputation of killing within seconds. I held it a few good feet away from me. And hunted every last little bugger down.
You have to hand it to the little blanket chaps. They’ve got an eye for the nether regions of the wide open. In my balcony, they had found homes on all the tiles that were the same colour as them, a broom, the underside of a drainpipe and any inaccessible corner.
Kamblipoochis when dead are little bits of black and brown fluff that blow away with the wind. We had a haze of black and brown of a million kamblipoochis over our balcony the few days after I mass murdered the lot of them.
*Kamblipoochi: Literally translates from Tamil to Blanket worm.
edit: I have now mended my killing ways and started scooping them up in a paper and unceremoniously throwing them into a patch of greenery away from our house.
edit: I have now mended my killing ways and started scooping them up in a paper and unceremoniously throwing them into a patch of greenery away from our house.
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