I’m thinking of starting a third business. I wouldn’t have to do much. I just have to open my backyard doors and let everyone into my kitchen. I can be a petstore. Do you need food for your snake? I’ve got plenty, (not mice). Let me explain.
My home is under attack. By crickets. Last night I killed 8 of them with this handy-dandy mini-electric tennis racket bug zapper sort of thing my mom gave me from Taiwan. It rocks. You never have to touch the insects or try to catch the flying things. You wave it, they get caught in the racket and you push this button (or hold it down in my case) and it gives them this big pop zap and they’re dead. Sometimes.
Last night I killed a mosquito hawk (sickness) in my home by one, dumped him in my electric garbage can in my kitchen, and proceeded to make dinner. When I waved my hand over the garbage and the lid opened, he came flying out and I proceeded to run around my kitchen screaming – not in a girly high pitched voice, but a deep, totally grossed out man scream. Siiiiick.
I don’t get it. I used to play with bugs. I would chase after them when I was little, put them in a Dixie cup and bring them in the home (it didn’t please mom). Once I grabbed a ladybug and found a leaf for her and brought her into my room. Then I saw there was a baby catapillar on the leaf so I was like, wow! Score! Bonus, I have two insects. Until, the ladybug took a big bite out of the catapillar. I thought all bugs got along. I think I cried in my room I was so upset I had no idea what was going on, which apparently that’s why farmers scatter ladybugs all over crops so they eat the bad bugs that destroy leaves and such. Lesson learned at 6.
Well, this is Arizona and according to RW, it’s summer so they are hot outside and want in, practically waiting at the doors to jump right inside. He witnessed me placing a cup over one in my kitchen. I didn’t want to bring out my electric tennis racket infront of a guest, seemed kind of inhumane…*shrug* When another one came jumping out by my sink and RW just waved his hand and grabbed him and threw him down my disposal. Just. Like. That.
This is my rule. If the bug is outside, it’s his world. I feel bad squishing them unless they are on me. But sometimes I do out of the blue. But if they’re in my house, it’s my territory, and my rules.
Well, it looks like I’m under attack this summer. Wish me luck. Good thing my bedroom is on the second floor. Makes it harder for them to reach me.
P.S. Just so you know, I’m a really clean girl.
