Shortly after we moved to Singapore, I heard the sound of a weird motor. Curious, I looked outside from our 4th floor and noticed a greyish fog drifting upward into the trees and then dissipating into the sky. I saw a man walking around carrying something that looked like a strange leaf blower. This was the bug man. Mosquitoes and other insects are pretty bad here, so buildings are fumigated frequently. Exterminators walk around buildings, surprisingly without masks, blowing around this chemical fog, and it floats everywhere. I am thankful that when it's time for our building to be fumigated, that signs are posted in the lifts telling the tenants when to expect it.
(I'm so excited!! As I was typing this post, I heard the fogger outside. So I grabbed my camera and took these pictures. I didn't have any pictures to show until now. Trust me, this will be the only time I will show excitement over the foggers.)
When I hear that familiar sound now and I'm home in the apartment, I make sure the windows are closed and everything's good. But one day I was doing laundry and the back window was open with the dryer vent hanging out. I heard the fogger, saw the smoke approaching and then I remembered the window! I sprang up from my chair at the computer, ran down the hallway and threw myself at the window to slam it closed just before the poisonous gas drifted in and killed Gracie and me.
One time Kevin and I were in a gondola leaving Sentosa Island, and I spotted the fog below us. It was drifting up and our gondola was heading straight for it! The windows were open and couldn't be closed. We were trapped liked two caged rats. No where to go. We quickly covered our faces in our shirts, gagging on the stinky fumes infiltrating the gondola.
I thought about including some pictures of the lizards and humongous spiders, but that would have set my Mom's nerves on edge.
