Oct 06, 2008 10:50
This morning I stopped at the landlord's again and actually was able to talk to a human being. One of the realtors was in the office having a meeting with the owner, and she had dealt with wasps a few years ago and couldn't be more sympathetic. She recommended a professional, and when I left the office to work from home after 10 a.m., the exterminator was in the driveway waiting for the landlord. The exterminator, a super-nice guy, told me the landlord did the worst possible thing by plugging up the holes the wasps were using to come in and out of, especially because he didn't use poison AT ALL. This forced the wasps to make their way into the house looking for a way out.
The exterminator has treated the area the wasps have been using, and is currently powerspraying the house. Here's hoping this solves the problem.
I was totally prepared to play the weeping woman card, and it wouldn't have been a stretch for me to cry as I've been afraid to be INSIDE my home.
My wake-up call on Sunday morning?
A wasp angrily buzzing in my bedroom window at 7 a.m. Now if I could only find an alarm clock that made that same noise, I probably would never abuse the snooze button again. I killed at least 20 yesterday, mostly in Jace's room.
I'm still jumpy as hell, the faintest tickle or twinge on my body has me going nutso, thinking something has landed on me.
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