I’m thrilled you took the time to read all this, P! I’m on the lookout for many more observations and adventures and hope they come apace! Hope you’re very well.
What about mukade? We catch them in a jar and then escort them under armed guard to the stream by our house so they are drowned and wash away. Don’t want bug splat on the walls. Judging by screams that accompany such sightings, Japanese aren’t fond of them either.
Oh that’s hilarious! My resident Japanese, who grew up in the middle of Tokyo, will insist on the eradication of any and all bugs. Not a one may live. But then again, we do have quite the selection here...
I live in Japan, and have no mercy for stink bugs. If you touch them, they emit a vile liquid that is almost impossible to get rid of. Around the house I keep a spray bottle with a mixture of water with a small amount of dish detergent. After spraying, they are dead in one minute.
Those we catch and throw out the window. Use a small glass jar with a postcard over the open end to keep the, in. They don’t move fast so they are easy to catch. The annoying ones are crickets because they move fast, lie low and then make a terrible din in the house.
Although Japanese seem to revere insects more than we do in the UK, one thing I find strange is the way they pick them up with one hand. Back in my childhood days in the UK, we would usually pick an insect up by enticing it to crawl onto your finger. Here in Japan kids happily (and brutally to my eyes) just pick the insect up between their fingers, not infrequently breaking off a leg or antenna in the process, a method that would have elicited cries of "That's well tight (cruel)!" back in the Cheshire countryside.
The thought of letting one crawl into my hand or just grabbing one makes me think of horrible venomous bites and entire arms swelling to twice their size. This would be my luck.
At long last I've completed reading all of your chapters by far.
Your transition from city to country combined with your memoirs on crafting the Frog's Glen and uplifting stories from the neighborhood were all wholesome, fun reads.
I look forward to reading more.
Frogs are considered primordial deities in North Africa, and as bringers of good luck in the East. Frogs are also agents of transmutation in the occult: as witnessed during their life cycle from tadpole to aquadynamic swimmers whose legs would make the food connoisseur go hungry. One could say that Frog's Glen is indeed placed in a locus where gods congregate. I also hope those ribbiting amphibians would be your crucial effective allies against the insectile horde.
Just be careful of the boars, and they'd be good BBQ meat :)
When I was a kid, back in Italy, I must have killed millions of ants. They had the audacity to climb all the way to my seventh floor's apartment.
Here in Japan, the wife is a bug killer. I love spiders and even name our tiny lodgers. And my son, instead of terminating cockroaches on the spot, grabs them with his bare hands and throws them out of the window.
I’m thrilled you took the time to read all this, P! I’m on the lookout for many more observations and adventures and hope they come apace! Hope you’re very well.
What about mukade? We catch them in a jar and then escort them under armed guard to the stream by our house so they are drowned and wash away. Don’t want bug splat on the walls. Judging by screams that accompany such sightings, Japanese aren’t fond of them either.
I think I would splat. I have no time to walk to streams. There’s always detergents for the walls.
Oh that’s hilarious! My resident Japanese, who grew up in the middle of Tokyo, will insist on the eradication of any and all bugs. Not a one may live. But then again, we do have quite the selection here...
A boy I can agree with.
I live in Japan, and have no mercy for stink bugs. If you touch them, they emit a vile liquid that is almost impossible to get rid of. Around the house I keep a spray bottle with a mixture of water with a small amount of dish detergent. After spraying, they are dead in one minute.
Those we catch and throw out the window. Use a small glass jar with a postcard over the open end to keep the, in. They don’t move fast so they are easy to catch. The annoying ones are crickets because they move fast, lie low and then make a terrible din in the house.
Smoosh.
Death.
Stink bugs don’t fight fair.
Although Japanese seem to revere insects more than we do in the UK, one thing I find strange is the way they pick them up with one hand. Back in my childhood days in the UK, we would usually pick an insect up by enticing it to crawl onto your finger. Here in Japan kids happily (and brutally to my eyes) just pick the insect up between their fingers, not infrequently breaking off a leg or antenna in the process, a method that would have elicited cries of "That's well tight (cruel)!" back in the Cheshire countryside.
The thought of letting one crawl into my hand or just grabbing one makes me think of horrible venomous bites and entire arms swelling to twice their size. This would be my luck.
At long last I've completed reading all of your chapters by far.
Your transition from city to country combined with your memoirs on crafting the Frog's Glen and uplifting stories from the neighborhood were all wholesome, fun reads.
I look forward to reading more.
Frogs are considered primordial deities in North Africa, and as bringers of good luck in the East. Frogs are also agents of transmutation in the occult: as witnessed during their life cycle from tadpole to aquadynamic swimmers whose legs would make the food connoisseur go hungry. One could say that Frog's Glen is indeed placed in a locus where gods congregate. I also hope those ribbiting amphibians would be your crucial effective allies against the insectile horde.
Just be careful of the boars, and they'd be good BBQ meat :)
Send my regards to Terashima-kun.
A cute fish wins my heart any day.
Sincerely ~ Primo (formerly known as 0£D¥).
The mosquito definitely has to go.
Don’t worry. Spiders or something will eat them.
When I was a kid, back in Italy, I must have killed millions of ants. They had the audacity to climb all the way to my seventh floor's apartment.
Here in Japan, the wife is a bug killer. I love spiders and even name our tiny lodgers. And my son, instead of terminating cockroaches on the spot, grabs them with his bare hands and throws them out of the window.