I opened up the door to set out some garbage...
turned on the porch light...
and on my front porch there were AT LEAST eight baby slugs scattered around...
Gross! Ick! Ugh! Yuck! EWWW!
Maybe they appeared because of the rain?
I hate this house! I hate the crickets, and the slugs, and the mold...and did I mention the crickets?
At least now my cute little kitty can protect me from the crickets that get in the house...I love my kitty...
Showing posts with label crickets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crickets. Show all posts
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Monday, March 7, 2005
It got just warm enough...
to bring the stupid crickets back to life, I guess...I encountered the first cricket of the year in my kitchen tonight.
My daughter helped me. She brought the spray stuff to me, and then the shoe so that I could make sure the cricket was really, really dead. I tried to get her to do that part, but she refused.
I've detailed my cricket trauma previously, here...
It's supposed to get cold again tonight, but it's too late now! They're awake and coming after me...
I. HATE. CRICKETS.
Maybe I'll post something happier later, when I get over this cricket depression...
Good night.
:(
My daughter helped me. She brought the spray stuff to me, and then the shoe so that I could make sure the cricket was really, really dead. I tried to get her to do that part, but she refused.
I've detailed my cricket trauma previously, here...
It's supposed to get cold again tonight, but it's too late now! They're awake and coming after me...
I. HATE. CRICKETS.
Maybe I'll post something happier later, when I get over this cricket depression...
Good night.
:(
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Michelle vs. Crickets, or The Crickets Are Winning the War
Since 1996, I have had cricket issues.
I don't know what made 1996 the magic year for them to come and then never really go away.
Inside and outside, they always...are.
I have sprayed, and had professionals come spray, and they always go away for a few months.
But then they come back. They always come back.
Two or three months ago, they came back again. I called my trusty Dad with his bag of tricks, and he came over and sprayed for me. And it worked, for a while. I had won the battle.
But the crickets are winning the war.
For over two months, there was no sign of a cricket anywhere. Life has been good, and peaceful. I even got out of the habit of clearing a room before I walked into it, and stopped leaving the bathroom light on.
And so things have been going great, until this morning, when I walked into the bathroom and felt a suspicious tickling sensation on my foot. A CRICKET WAS ON ME!
After much screaming and yelling around and banging the wall, I finally killed the cricket. Then I collapsed in a quivering heap on the couch and stared blankly at the wall, finally rousing myself to get up and take my daughter to school.
So now I'm back to being the cricket cop, taking my Raid with me everywhere I go in my house, just in case. Other people have termites, or mice...I have crickets.
Eternally, it seems. :(
I don't know what made 1996 the magic year for them to come and then never really go away.
Inside and outside, they always...are.
I have sprayed, and had professionals come spray, and they always go away for a few months.
But then they come back. They always come back.
Two or three months ago, they came back again. I called my trusty Dad with his bag of tricks, and he came over and sprayed for me. And it worked, for a while. I had won the battle.
But the crickets are winning the war.
For over two months, there was no sign of a cricket anywhere. Life has been good, and peaceful. I even got out of the habit of clearing a room before I walked into it, and stopped leaving the bathroom light on.
And so things have been going great, until this morning, when I walked into the bathroom and felt a suspicious tickling sensation on my foot. A CRICKET WAS ON ME!
After much screaming and yelling around and banging the wall, I finally killed the cricket. Then I collapsed in a quivering heap on the couch and stared blankly at the wall, finally rousing myself to get up and take my daughter to school.
So now I'm back to being the cricket cop, taking my Raid with me everywhere I go in my house, just in case. Other people have termites, or mice...I have crickets.
Eternally, it seems. :(
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