BUGS |
OVER
ARUBA
BY:
BILL MOYER |
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When Sue and I prepared to move to Texas
in 1981, people warned "You’ll have more bugs down there!" On Long
Island we had aphids, Japanese beetles, lightning bugs, moths,
butterflies, house flies, maybe even an occasional roach (though roaches
don’t reproduce well in cold weather, I’m told), termites, spiders,
"Daddy Longlegs" and, oh yes, carpenter bees that bored into our attic
and required special attention by exterminators. We were pleasantly
surprised to find that in Dallas the mix isn’t much worse--we see an
occasional roach, and fire ants attack the lawn about once a summer.
There are flies and a few other bugs, including Japanese beetles
occasionally and June bugs in May, but not too many. I was bitten once
by a recluse spider, but the scar is small. Maybe insects in Texas don’t
present a problem for me because I was introduced to REAL BUGS very
early, during my childhood in Aruba! |
Our house, and the other original
bungalows in Lago Colony, were even built on anti-bug OIL POTS! These
were reinforced concrete blocks with posts in the middle to support the
house, but with a "moat" or channel about an inch deep and perhaps two
inches wide, entirely encircling the center post. The moats were filled
regularly, by Colony Service workers, with thick, nasty, acidic,
sulphuric Venezuelan crude oil. It was readily available in the
Refinery, and probably toxic to the average critter that might try to
swim or crawl over it to get to tasty human food and leftovers inside.
That didn’t keep the bugs from trying, though. Every now and then Mother
would find a trail of oil leading into her kitchen, and scream.
Inevitably, at the end of the trail was a big cockroach: possibly the
most daring of its tribe, but he or she had paid the price and lay, oil
soaked, dead at the end of the trail (or, if still alive, in weakened
state, easily dispatched.) At other times, roaches would get into the
house in spite of oil pots. They could fly, after all, and were pretty
good at it for short distances. They ate everything, from food scraps on
the counter or floor, to old scrapbooks and photographs in the attic.
Papers up there were almost always rough-edged from cockroach crunching
if they had stayed in the attic for any time at all. |
The house was high enough off the ground
that it needed concrete stairs at each of the two doors to the outside.
These staircases, of course, stopped short of connecting to the house
itself, to prevent insects from traipsing up stairs and going inside.
Instead, they had to jump! Or wait for a stick or leaf to blow against
the top of the stairs and form a bridge. Whenever we found a chain of
dozens of ants heading to and from a sugar bowl or flour canister, they
inevitably formed a telltale trail leading back to a bridge at the
stairs, or just as likely, to a bridge across part of one of the oil pots
below. Finding the bridges and eliminating them was a constant
challenge, often relegated to us kids who had nothing better to do and
who didn’t mind getting sticky, black oil all over ourselves. It was
preferable to playing under the cliff and coming home with prickly pear
or "thousand- year-itch" nettles sticking out of your leg. It was also
fun for kids to use the ever-present Flit gun when gnats, flies, or
anything else undesirable came into our house. "Quick!" "The Flit!" Was
a very successful ad in those days for that useful spray. |
Whatever bugs we had must have been a
pittance compared to the Venezuelan mainland just twenty miles away. We
had few flying bugs at night under normal conditions, because the 20
M.P.H. trade winds blew most of them away! But when Hurricane Season
came, Aruba was becalmed for one or two days at a time, until the storm
passed by to the north and the trade wind got back into action. During
the calm, hordes of tiny flying things swept in from the south and
totally changed our way of life! Lights at the Thursday night softball
games became obscured by swarming insects. At home, if we had left
lights on while we were away, we would walk into bedrooms crawling with
tiny, biting things. Somehow they managed to squeeze through tiny gaps
in the screens. If you turned out all the lights, they didn’t come, so
we spent evenings in mostly darkness at those times of year.
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Xenia Schwartz was the only one in my
class to return to Aruba and build a home of her own. With the help of
her first husband, Dick Loewengart, she built a lovely, open place at
Malmok that was perhaps the first modern home built there. She even
managed to buy a rock fence from an Aruban home in the cunucu, have it
taken apart, stone by stone, transported, then reassembled by hand in
more or less its original form, around her place, making its appearance
quite unique. She was very generous, too, and invited Sue and me to
spend a week with her and her second husband, Paul Sriberg, in about
1970. We loved being there and greatly admired the place, but one
evening as we sat in the patio, I commented that their windows seemed
unusual, with big louvers to let in the wind or shut it out, but no
screens. "What do you do when the calm days come and the bugs swarm over
from South America?" I asked. Paul laughed and said, "We get eaten
alive, that’s what! " Xenia admitted she had forgotten about the "bug
invasions" from the south. |
I remember that once during World War II
the Colony suffered from a bad infestation of mosquitoes. They bred in
ponds near the Little Lagoon. Colony Service solved that problem by
spraying the ponds with kerosene, which seemed to do the trick. In those
days, we also had those wonderful flashlight-size black "bombs" of DDT
developed for our Armed Forces in the Pacific. DDT really did a job on
pesky insects. Too bad it eventually had to be banned because of
undesirable effects on insect-eating birds and fish, which was
discovered several years after the War. |
Another thing I remember about the War
Years was the prevalence of bugs in our wheat and cereal. Some one said
sacks of grain were left on piers longer than usual in those days,
exposed to egg laying insects and borers. It became common for small bugs
to appear in pastries from the Rainbow Bakery. They had been baked into
the product by the time we got it, and since that was the only "store
bought" sweet pastry we had, we ate it anyway, after picking out
anything we could see that wasn’t supposed to be there. If Mother baked
bread from her own flour, we had the same problem, though she used a
sifter that caught a lot of the bugs before they could be baked in the
batter. When we ate breakfast cereal, it became routine to pour the
flakes into a bowl, then pour in milk (Klim, I suppose, perhaps topped
with Avocet sterilized cream) and WAIT A BIT before digging in with a
spoon. Sure enough, after a few seconds, tiny weevils or borers would
float to the surface of the milk, still wiggling. It was reasonably easy
to scoop them out with a spoon, and after a bit longer, to go ahead and
eat the cereal. |
The most distressing bug problem to me,
though, was cockroaches. Cockroaches in our yard, cockroaches in our
house, and cockroaches in our Cokes! Vienna’s Aruba Bottling Company
used refillable bottles in those days, and the old bottles must have had
traces of sugar left in them when collected. Green six ounce Coke
bottles were still in use, and Pepsi was fighting for market share by
offering 12 ounce bottles with bright coloring on the outside. (There
was also Cliquot Club Soda, Royal Crown Cola, and Grapette, as well as
Nehi purple and orange fruit sodas.) At the bottling plant, used bottles
supposedly were rinsed and sterilized, but quality control must have
been a bit lax. Occasionally I, or one of my friends, would pick up a
bottle and notice something dark in the bottom before we poured it into
a glass. The "dark something" inevitably was a dead roach. We got into
the habit of routinely holding a Coca Cola or Pepsi Cola bottle up to
the sun or a ceiling light for inspection before pouring a drink. On at
least a couple of occasions, though, Gleb, Tinker, Bob Drew or I had
drunk several ounces of our soda BEFORE looking into the bottle and
seeing the dreaded dead bug! It still gives me the willies to think of
drinking from bottles with roaches in them, but I swear that it’s
true--we did! |
We kept a light inside our piano to keep
the sounding board dry. When the bulb wore out and I opened a panel to
replace it, there were always roach eggs near the bulb. Cockroach
mothers liked heat, I guess. I’ve always known how to recognize roach
eggs-dark grey, about the size of three BBs wrapped together--shucks,
just a natural part of an Aruba education! |
Mother was stung by a scorpion once,
when she was reaching for something in a cabinet in the garage of
Bungalow 1542 after we moved there in 1947. S he said the sting was
painful, but it didn’t make her sick or give any other serious signs of
being poisoned. We didn’t see them often, and when we did, they made
threatening gestures with the stinger over their back, to alert you to
keep your distance (which we were happy to do.) I don’t recall any other
injuries to anyone from insects. Looking back, I suppose it was good we
had bugs, because they allowed lizards, iguanas, and occasional small
birds to survive in Aruba’s dry and otherwise barren environment. (I
wonder if "hermie crabs" ate tiny mites or bugs, too. Maybe they did. If
so, that’s even more reason to be grateful for the bugs we had in
Aruba!) |
Bill Moyer, Dallas, April 15, 2006 |