So while we're vaguely on the topic of creepy crawlies...
Anybody got any home remedies for flying termites? (Other than, of course, calling the exterminators to come to your home)
signed, Didn't Know That Swarms of Insects Could Bring Me To This Level of Rage
flying termites
Gah! I'd probably have to move.
It's really bizarre to drive past the old place and see a subdivision sprouting up overnight and the house, all the barns, and apple trees gone.
Uh-huh. Well, my parents have sold about 75% of their land (they still own the house, barn, sheds, etc) and it's weird to see houses being built on our former fields.
40 acres have been sold to developers. Another 20 acres would have gone to developers, but our neighbor didn't want new development next to his house, so he bought the land (at the same price the developers would have paid) just to keep it as farmland.
He is so freaking adorable.
So while we're vaguely on the topic of creepy crawlies...
I watched the last ep of
Life in the Undergrowth
today. And caught an ep of
Buggin' with Ruud
on Madagascar's insects. With added lemurs and chameleons. They've found a species of ant there that feeds on its own young. While carrying the larvae around, the ants will scratch them until they bleed and drink the fluid. (They're called Dracula ants.) It's all very cool.
Anybody got any home remedies for flying termites?
Take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
Aimée, I'm sorry.
we had our first mouse sighting here at work
My roommate is convinced that there's a mouse in her room. She never saw it, of course. Our apartment is on the 7th floor. She polished and shined the room for Passover and found no mouse, and still, she's convinced.
Ooh, also on the topic of mice, in my apartment (the previous one), my room had a large hole in the ceiling (water damage from a leaky roof, but they couldn't fix it for almost three weeks because the roof was icy and frozen), and I had a tiny mouse pull a Denethor (minus the fire) into the drip bucket. He not only survived, but seemed little worse for wear. My roommate and I released him back to the wild.
Given that and the termite thing, I'm thinking maybe I have bad apartment karma.
Probably.
Who?
Emmett, of course. The littlest Zmayhem.