oh how things can change from so good to so bad in a matter of seconds.
rockstar hubby and i had a fabulous time last night with our wine-blackberry-boy friend. the food was amazing. the conversation was great, if not rushed, trying to catch up as much as possible before the next 4 months go by. the wine was way too good. and rockstar hubby drove us home. then he drove babysitter niece home. and then he came home. to me shrieking.
ANTS! ANTS! ANTS!
now, i want you to understand, that i don't normally have a problem with bugs. silverfish in the carpet grosses me out, but i get rid of it. spiders i don't like, especially the big black ones with juicy bodies but i kill them. (unless rockstar hubby is home, then i make him do it). ants i can handle. we've noticed a little problem with ants, a few here and there, so we got ant trap/poison. you know, the little red and white discs that you hide under bookshelves so the dog and child don't find them. we've always had spring ants and it's not a big deal.
but the bathroom upstairs. i noticed two at first. and so i killed them. then i saw three more climb out of a hole, rushing out. so i started to breathe harder. then i pulled back the shower curtain. everywhere. about 20. climbing all over my tub, the walls, the tiles. i freaked. hubby came up and started the kill. i'd like to say it was delicious to watch his rippling biceps working overtime as he thwarted my enemy...but alas, it was just gross and creepy. because they kept coming out of holes. so i went to the bedroom to look around. i threw down some lavender oil in front of the door and around the bed. ( i read somewhere they hate lavender), i did the entrance to the gaffer's room. i checked the nursery, two more ants. i checked the hall. three more ants. big ones. big black juicy carpenter ants. 'honey, are these carpenter ants?' hubby sighed. 'yup'. and so began the imagination overdrive. i imagined those little buggers all throughout the walls of my house. i imagined our house decaying. so i asked what would happen if the entire house was infested. we get an exterminator, was the answer. but what if the wood is all rotten inside our walls? then insurance will have to put us up somewhere for 6 months and they'll have to knock down and rebuild our house.
oh dear.
i'm really really praying that it's just an exterminator issue. but seriously,enough with things going wrong! i can deal with the furnace being broken. with the door being sealed shut. with the strange holes in the walls made by varying sized screws. i can even deal with the dog crap in the backyard. even our water situation, i can live with. (oh yeah, for some reason our water tastes funny all of a sudden. water tester should be coming soon) but ants? absolutely not. enough already!!!!
sigh. the snow does look lovely though.
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