The pest guy is coming this morning. He’s coming because we’ve got him scheduled quarterly. We’ve got him scheduled quarterly because we’ve found things like these leftovers in the house since we moved in and started remodeling.
And because we have a gap between the bottom of the front door and the base of the floor that this guy found inviting and wandered inside.
This is the guy that Husband got me out of bed to look at - me in my boxers and tank top with my bare feet and legs that are totally tempting to guys like him (Spider not Husband) to crawl up, unbeknownst to me, creeping up my body until she (yes, she's a she now) gets to my head where she nestles into my hair and forms a nest and lays millions of babies.
Babies that instantly turn me into a Discovery movie special when they hatch one day while I'm at work and crawl all over me and everyone around me as people scream, "They're coming from her hair! Run!"
I don't like this guy.
The door is on the list to fix. We ordered a new one and Home Depot failed us three times – all the wrong size. I got a door sweep thing after the HD debacle but husband poo pooed the cheep fix and said he’d fix it.
I really need to get a time line from him when he says things like that.
Anyway, pest guy is coming and I need to get dressed and pretend this is a house and not a construction site. Happy Monday to all.
But not happy Monday to the pests. I am wishing horrible things for them.
Well, not horrible. Just instant death with no suffering.
And no rebirth. That would be creepy.
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