Enough is Enough.
When we first moved in, there were the palmetto bugs that had been attracted by the prior tenants lack of washing their dishes and took us a good month of diligent disinfecting of our kitchen to get rid of.
then came the loads of ants that crawled in through a crack in the kitchen foundation and took over our cabinets causing us to have to toss every open package of chips, cookies, cooking supplies, etc.
We finally conquered them
and now.
Now our old house is being attacked by stink bugs.
We live in a darling neighborhood, shaded by the most glorious pecan trees, and inside the happiest little bungalow you’ve ever laid your eyes on - but for all it’s charm, our house is nearly 100 years old and has its fair share of cracks and crevices for bugs and insects to enter in through.
Due to a long bout of dry weather, this particular little bug, which I can’t even post a photo of on my blog because they make me shutter when I look at them, has started to enter our house in search of water. There was an article in the paper about how they are causing people problems all over NC.
Brent removed ELEVEN of them from around our living room and bedroom windows over the weekend.
At one point, I was cooking dinner, chatting up a storm with him and he walks over to me, swipes something off my shoulder and opens the back door. I said “What was that? What did you just take off of me? Was it on of those bugs?” to which he replied, “you didn’t even know it was on you, honey. It’s gone now”
but I can not deal with these little creatures. I know my fear is completely unfounded and that they are harmless - but it is what it is. I’m absolutely terrified of most bugs and knowing that they are in my house and possible on me is sending me over the edge.
I am so jumpy now - constantly running my hands through my hair - over-reacting to the unexpected swish of my dogs tail or a paper towel falling off the counter. Without my glasses on, I’m half blind so I’ve found myself countless times yelling to Brent “COME IN HERE! Is that a nailhead or a bug up there?” I’ve seriously spotted every dark spot in our hardwood floors, every chip of paint on the old window sills and convinced myself it might be a stink buy laying in wait for me.
This weekend, I couldn’t even sleep on my side of the bed because it’s closest to the windows and I was convinced they were going to crawl into our room and land on me.
Everything I read online says our best defense is to spray the hell out of the outside of our house and to bomb the inside. But I’m not going to put pesticides inside our home with my child crawling around. I’m not even that comfortable using them outside, but somethings got to be done. What makes it even worse is that Brent refuses to kill them and instead just puts them outside where they come right back in!
I can not live like this. I love North Carolina, I really do - but I lived for two glorious years in the bug-free, cool climate of Northern California, and I am done with these bugs. absolutely done.
I don’t ever like to kill any of God’s creatures - but it appears that my conscience is willing to make exceptions in extreme circumstances. this would be one of those times.
M
