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serindeThe theme of the week is "insects".
1) As previously mentioned, we developed some ants in the computer room. (Why? How? These remain unanswered.) Not a huge huge problem, but a problem. The exterminator was called, but failed to show last week; we are trying again today, which I await (sometime between noon and 4pm HA HA HA).
2) Beelzebub has re-emerged in the garage. Why and How are again blank--usually flies have been the result of a bag of garbage that failed to make it to the curb for way too long, but for once that hasn't happened, which is a little disturbing because in prior experience they keep coming until the vector is removed, and what vector?. So we have been getting flies in the house since Tues. or so. Nasty. Not actively harmful, but not nice.
3) The morning's project was to see if I could get Lurch running again[1]. I knew he wouldn't start, since he's been sitting for nigh a year, and his tire is flat, but I have the power to charge battery and inflate tires at the least. Instead, what I found is that, once again, the wasps had come and built a nest inside his door frame. ahghfhdfjkdlfjkl I HATE WASPS. Hate hate HATE HATE hate HATE HATE hate, with a side of HATE. Most of you are familiar with my arachnophobia, but I don't actually dislike spiders, I just have irrational horrors of sharing space with them; I don't want them dead. But if I could read a scroll of genocide on the entire wasp tribe, I would instantly, and I would laugh maniacally while doing it. So I've spent the last hour duelling them with a broomstick and a can of wasp killer. I've got the nest, and a bunch of soldiers, but there's still a bunch buzzing around angrily (and I can't just move Lurch out of the way, obviously). So I'm waiting for them to either settle down and be killed in a genteel fashion, or go away and find some other location to pester. Then I shall perform car resuscitation, if possible.
[1] This, because the notion of me taking Womble was predicated on Steve and me moving out roughly simultaneously, and he didn't reckon on needing (or wanting) a vehicle in Hoboken, so that worked out well; but since the timing is skewed, he will certainly still need a car as long as his primary residence is out here in Suburbia, so if I can bring Lurch back into operation then we will each be provided for.
1) As previously mentioned, we developed some ants in the computer room. (Why? How? These remain unanswered.) Not a huge huge problem, but a problem. The exterminator was called, but failed to show last week; we are trying again today, which I await (sometime between noon and 4pm HA HA HA).
2) Beelzebub has re-emerged in the garage. Why and How are again blank--usually flies have been the result of a bag of garbage that failed to make it to the curb for way too long, but for once that hasn't happened, which is a little disturbing because in prior experience they keep coming until the vector is removed, and what vector?. So we have been getting flies in the house since Tues. or so. Nasty. Not actively harmful, but not nice.
3) The morning's project was to see if I could get Lurch running again[1]. I knew he wouldn't start, since he's been sitting for nigh a year, and his tire is flat, but I have the power to charge battery and inflate tires at the least. Instead, what I found is that, once again, the wasps had come and built a nest inside his door frame. ahghfhdfjkdlfjkl I HATE WASPS. Hate hate HATE HATE hate HATE HATE hate, with a side of HATE. Most of you are familiar with my arachnophobia, but I don't actually dislike spiders, I just have irrational horrors of sharing space with them; I don't want them dead. But if I could read a scroll of genocide on the entire wasp tribe, I would instantly, and I would laugh maniacally while doing it. So I've spent the last hour duelling them with a broomstick and a can of wasp killer. I've got the nest, and a bunch of soldiers, but there's still a bunch buzzing around angrily (and I can't just move Lurch out of the way, obviously). So I'm waiting for them to either settle down and be killed in a genteel fashion, or go away and find some other location to pester. Then I shall perform car resuscitation, if possible.
[1] This, because the notion of me taking Womble was predicated on Steve and me moving out roughly simultaneously, and he didn't reckon on needing (or wanting) a vehicle in Hoboken, so that worked out well; but since the timing is skewed, he will certainly still need a car as long as his primary residence is out here in Suburbia, so if I can bring Lurch back into operation then we will each be provided for.
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Date: 2008-07-25 06:31 pm (UTC)