Today there was a knock on my door. I was expecting my Cold Storage delivery of dry goods, but instead I was presented with an official badge and told that the man in front of me was the “Mosquito Inspector.” He wanted to check for flowers in water (I had dead flowers in a vase that he wasn’t happy with) and he examined our balconies and looked to see if we had standing water.
I was reminded that there is a $200 fine for violating the rules of Dengue prevention and told he could come back any time.
Then he left.
Don’t get me wrong…Dengue is nothing to trifle with, but this was a bit mind-blowing and more than a little creepy. It kind of puts the story I’ve been told about a friend of my in-laws, Roopa, who lived here 10-15 years ago. She had a two bedroom apartment plus maids room, and one day there was a knock because she hadn’t been flushing one of her toilets regularly and it was posing a Dengue risk…so flushing all the toilets became part of her maid’s daily chores.
It’s one thing to know that the government can and will knock on your door any damn time they want and another altogether to have them do it.