The bug situation has continued, but I haven't posted about it because I don't want any of you to think I live in a filth-ridden house, or I'm a shitty cleaner, or...hell, I don't know. You probably won't ever come to my house anyway, but you sure as hell won't once you read this. (But I promise, it's mostly because I live in a small subdivision that is still being finished out, and is only a year old, and there's a few acres behind my house, so....I promise it's not my fault!!!)
We left off with little gnats hatching by the gazillons in a couple of the house plants. And the daddy long legs snooping on me in the shower. Well, since then...
*I found a scorpion about a half inch long in my bathroom.
*I found a scorpion over an inch long on my back porch.
*I found the teeniest tiniest scorpion in the toilet bowl. He was about the size of my pinkie nail, and the only reason I happened to look down as I popped a squat was because I was using the hallway bathroom, which the dogs us as their water bowl.
*I found a centipede/millipede/whatever-apede in my bathroom.
*My hubby found a large black widow in our garage, on the ladder that we had just dragged all through the house, and also climbed all over, as we were changing out the light bulbs in the house.
*The fucking mosquitoes are multiplying like gnats or rabbits or mice. Every time I go in the backyard, I get swarmed.
*And this:
I get a shiver down my spine every time I look at it! Do you know what that is??? I'll tell you!-It's a big frickin' pile of daddy long legs!!!!!!!!! It's in the corner by my side door. What the hell?
For about 20 seconds I thought maybe I should leave them there, since I had heard that they keep other bugs away. So I googled them. Apparently they are not in the same class as spiders, and there is an actual spider that is called a daddy long legs too. This one likes to eat on decaying plants and dead bugs. No frickin' dead bugs around here, guys. Wrong house.
Last night there was a little fly-thingy flying/crawling around my bedroom windows. I thought he was on the outside, but he wasn't. I completely forgot about him.
This morning, while making my bed, I grabbed the throw pillows off of the window seat. I had been up approximately 3 minutes. I felt a huge sting on one of my toes, and I jumped back. I looked down, and there was that little fly-thingy, curled in a ball, like stinging me was more than he could stand. A fly swatter and a few minutes of well-deserved beatings, and...he's swimmin' with the fishes now.
So, an exterminator has come to 'fix the problem'. And part of his fixing has been to put little sticky bug houses behind my toilet bowls.
I came home this evening to sticky bug houses all over my house, in about 459824 pieces. Except for the piece stuck on Daisy's nose, where she couldn't reach or see it.
Can I please stay with someone else until all these buggies go away for good? I just get the willies when I go to bed, thinking about what could crawl on me while I'm drooling on my pillow.
