Lost and Found
Today, my bedbug problem resurfaced. For those that don't know, my house was, for a time, infested with bedbugs; this does NOT mean we're dirty people. Anyhoo, three of them crawled on my wall, one of them coming from behind one of the hundreds of Playbills with which I've papered my walls. Removing the offending Playbill left me with a wealth of eggs. Bedbug eggs. Removing more Playbills, I found more eggs. Removing awards from my wall yielded a similar result. I frantically tore Playbills and awards from my walls and scrubbed violently at the patches of black eggs, watching the residue smear across my walls. I bagged up every Playbill and award I've ever received and took them to the dumpster.
I came home and stared at my barren walls for about five minutes, then decided that I needed to leave. I went to the movies with Jess and Molly; we saw "For Your Consideration", a film that we enjoyed greatly. We don't know WHY we liked it, but we're certain that we did. During the movie, my phone rang. It was my mother. I didn't answer. It rang again. It was her...again. I didn't answer.
I called my mother after I got out of the movie. She'd been dumpster diving. Yes, that's right, my mother, the ELECTED OFFICIAL, had been dumpster diving. Apparently, she and my grandmother were so heartsick about the expunging of Playbills that they went to the dumpster, fished them out with a stick, took them home, and left them in a sealed plastic tub with powdered boric acid.
I love my crazy, dumpster-diving family.
I came home and stared at my barren walls for about five minutes, then decided that I needed to leave. I went to the movies with Jess and Molly; we saw "For Your Consideration", a film that we enjoyed greatly. We don't know WHY we liked it, but we're certain that we did. During the movie, my phone rang. It was my mother. I didn't answer. It rang again. It was her...again. I didn't answer.
I called my mother after I got out of the movie. She'd been dumpster diving. Yes, that's right, my mother, the ELECTED OFFICIAL, had been dumpster diving. Apparently, she and my grandmother were so heartsick about the expunging of Playbills that they went to the dumpster, fished them out with a stick, took them home, and left them in a sealed plastic tub with powdered boric acid.
I love my crazy, dumpster-diving family.