I'm baaaaack

At the present moment I am home alone. Jeremy won't be back until mid-week, so Mischa (the kitty) and I are holding down the fort.

As of five minutes ago, my fascination with old historic homes ended. While getting ready for bed I had to first sterilize my toothbrush because it was covered in tiny ants. We've been waging a battle against them for several weeks now. Mid-brushing, I heard some bumping and scraping coming from the adjacent room (our bedroom). I moved into the bedroom to scold Mischa for chewing on the wire to the radio, when I realized Mischa was nowhere to be found. There was some OTHER large mammal rooting around IN the wall and under the floor in the master bedroom. While pounding on the wall to frighten the vermin away, I startled a large wood roach. The large wood roach chose to flee the safety of the ceiling and seek refuge in the sheets on the bed. I finally got it out of the bed, only to chase it into my chest of drawers.

Every light in the house is now on, and I'm positive the neighbors have heard me screaming EEEEEWWWW EEEEEWWWWW EEEEEEWWWWWW over and over again. Despite the bug spray, roach motels, and constant bug smashing, I just can't seem to conquer the bugs. I'm no sissy, but this is ridiculous!