Soulmate we are. for sharing a common fear (or geli?) - it's cicak. gecko. house lizard. biawak kecik. whichever u may call it. euuu... euuuu... euuuu.. (i was actually trying to give a description, but just the thought of it makes my skin crawls... euuu and euuuu). Mind you, there will be a lot of 'euuuuu'ing going on in this post.
I posted abt cicak being one of my fears back then. But i did not include the full story. Now, just after
Himself showed me some pictures.. sooo full of cicak.. big BIG cicak only found in cave.. stripe.. and equally yucky.. so many that they are falling down onto the cave's floor..
and there were also eggs!! yuckks yuckks.. sticking (or is it scattering) on the cave's ceilings (or floors?).. hatched and unhatched..
so, i have to blog, the origin of my fear.. (hoping that the images will be erased from my mind.. euuu euuu euuuuuu AND that i wont be suffering alone, cringing and yucking)
it was during my final semester in KMNS in kuala pilah (where i did my pre-u or matriculation). i had the best bed, by the window in the best room (on the first floor) with equally fun roomates. we were studying for the finals (ermm.. those roomates were.. i was busy contemplating my future then..on "vatudu w my life after matrix".. my results weren't good afterall). i was the first to call it a night (for some obvious reason la kan?). i pushed aside the books scattered on the floor (yes, i studied on my belly on the floor.. with my table overflowed w books (?) kalah pelajar cemerlang punye meja). and got ready for bed. picked up the pillow off the floor, fluffed it and as i laid my head on the pillow.. i smelt something unfamiliar.
bau hamis.. mcm kicap expired.. petis pn iye.. bau petis yg melekat kt tangan. sleepy i was, i ignored it (i even thought..
xkan la bau air liur basi aku teruk gitu), and i put the pillow which i usually use to rest my head on, at my side. and use my extra pillow instead. a move that save my life. n guts. n whatever inside it.
the next morning, while going abt the usual routines (including singing my lung off in the shower) my dad called on my hp (on the bed) which was answered by my roommies. while i was on the phone w my dad, i sat on the bed and noticed the same smell was still lingering in the air.
asal bau ni x hilang2 lagi?. i was embarassed to ask my roommies if they noticed the smell.. what if it was
air liur basi ? besides, i changed my bedsheet at least twice a month (or so i thought) what the heck, so, again i ignored the smell and tidied up the bed. smoothing the bed spread, fluffing the extra pillow.. then.. fluffed the pillow i put at my side on previous night..
fluffed..
fluffed...
wait.. why there's a lump in my pillow?? soft lump. cold.
pat.. pat..
is this the
air liur basi spot? why got lump? why was there a black stain?
muntah darah ke aku?as i lifted the pillow case n took a peek.. lo and behold.. there it was.. a squashed cicak. in its gooey mushy blackish smelly gory glory. *fainted*
i slept with a dead cicak on the pillow (inside the pillow casing la of course)
it was too embarassing for me. i did not even tell my roomies abt it. of all things, why would there be a cicak inside your pillow in the first place?? why oh why!!!!?? it's not that i left my blanket unfold, pillows unarranged, bedspread unsmooth.. why meeeee cicak?? why??? quietly and slowly, i wrapped my hands in a platic bag and yanked off (literally. seems the cicak is in the verge of integrating w the pillow) the dead cicak OFF the pillow (euuwwww euwwww) it was COLD!! n GOOEYYY!! n MUSHYYY!!! n disposed whatever left of it quickly without taking a second look. traumatized i was, i washed the pillow, and left it under the sun (and even rain) for days. and didnt even care to took it back or admit it as my own anymore. nasib baik bantal Hak Kerajaan.. bukan bantal sendiri.
That's how kebencian ke atas cicak surfaces.
Until now, even the sight of cut-off ekor cicak will send me running through the house. Cicak kering kt celah pintu will make my knees week. Fallin cicak? that will make me scream my head off, n my dad shouting thinking i've hurt myself or saw something. Oh, did i tell you that i once send a monitor lizard (those BIG lizards, yg suke kt longkang, tmpt sampah..mcm komodo dragon size S) which was on our doorstep, one foot already inside the house; scuttering away by my scream?
To make things worst (or exciting?), one day i was woken up by Nurin; who was innocently said to me "eiii.. geliii" and wiped the sticky (n cold) thing off her fingers onto my elbow. Initially, i thought she was wiping off her boogey (taik idung). But when i scrutinized it, i realize it was actually a cicak foetus. baru nk jadi, tp Nurin da picit the egg. I jumped off the bed, and flew straight to the toilet washing my arms repeatedly. yucks yucks yucks. And i remain awake.
Having a cat whose favourite pastime is hunting down cicaks is not being any kind of help either. Once, i was already asleep when i was woken up by a strange sound made by Jac while hunting for cicak. i sprayed the cicak, which was already motionless on the floor; with my deodorant (it was the only thing within my reach at that time) hoping that Jac would not go near it (being contaminated w "mandarin peach" smell) or ended up bringing it on the bed w me!!!
Hrmph.. there seems to be a pattern here. The presence of cicak is noticable during my slumber. Owh.
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