Current fly count in vaccum: 235
Come visit quick before the rivers turn to blood.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Let My People Go
I am living a real life Bible story, except I'm on the wrong side. I'm not sure who Moses is, but Joel and I are Pharoh and the Egyptians.
So far this year we have lived through ants, camel crickets, and mice (see previous blog)--and now we have flies. Not kidding. I wrote the post just yesterday about mice and then I came home to a house filled with flies. Well, I guess I wasn't really alarmed at first. When I came home 17 flies (ha! yes, I counted) were crawling around on the living room window, but I opened the window and shewed them out--done deal. I went to the gym, made dinner, did some bookkeeping and then went upstairs to take a shower. When I stepped out of the shower I noticed I forgot to get a towel and went to get one out of the hall closet. [Insert shreiking girl noise here.] Swarming. Yes, swarming flies everywhere! On my bed sheets, on my pillow, circling the lights, crawling on walls and windows. I called Joel immediately, who of course, had all the windows down in the car and had the radio blasting so he didn't hear his phone. Not that he knew what to do. When I talked with the landlord a few minutes later he said the same thing happened to them and it lasted a week. (You mean I've got to deal with this for a whole stinkin' week!) All they could do was put up fly paper and vacuum up the pests. So when Joel got home a few minutes later that's what we did. Luckily we were able to attract them all to just one room by shutting off lights and leaving only one on. We should have been counting how many we caught, but I'd say 50 to 75 is a pretty good estimate. Joel took the lead with the vacuum hose and I followed behind carrying the the vacuum cleaner wherever he needed it. I was so scared to go to sleep last night because I was sure I would suck down a few flies myself. Unfortunately, I don't think this is over yet.
So I'm not sure exactly what the Lord is trying to tell us. Maybe after I'm done battling a few more flies tonight it may be time for some good introspection and scripture reading so I can prevent the tempests and the storms from coming next.
So far this year we have lived through ants, camel crickets, and mice (see previous blog)--and now we have flies. Not kidding. I wrote the post just yesterday about mice and then I came home to a house filled with flies. Well, I guess I wasn't really alarmed at first. When I came home 17 flies (ha! yes, I counted) were crawling around on the living room window, but I opened the window and shewed them out--done deal. I went to the gym, made dinner, did some bookkeeping and then went upstairs to take a shower. When I stepped out of the shower I noticed I forgot to get a towel and went to get one out of the hall closet. [Insert shreiking girl noise here.] Swarming. Yes, swarming flies everywhere! On my bed sheets, on my pillow, circling the lights, crawling on walls and windows. I called Joel immediately, who of course, had all the windows down in the car and had the radio blasting so he didn't hear his phone. Not that he knew what to do. When I talked with the landlord a few minutes later he said the same thing happened to them and it lasted a week. (You mean I've got to deal with this for a whole stinkin' week!) All they could do was put up fly paper and vacuum up the pests. So when Joel got home a few minutes later that's what we did. Luckily we were able to attract them all to just one room by shutting off lights and leaving only one on. We should have been counting how many we caught, but I'd say 50 to 75 is a pretty good estimate. Joel took the lead with the vacuum hose and I followed behind carrying the the vacuum cleaner wherever he needed it. I was so scared to go to sleep last night because I was sure I would suck down a few flies myself. Unfortunately, I don't think this is over yet.
So I'm not sure exactly what the Lord is trying to tell us. Maybe after I'm done battling a few more flies tonight it may be time for some good introspection and scripture reading so I can prevent the tempests and the storms from coming next.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Stalkers
Okay, for the two of you that found me out here, I'm still a little freaked out, but I'm also laughing. How did you find my one little lousy post?
Hmmm . . . so I'm trying to think of something that would be interesting to write about, and all I can think of right now is mice. Yes, we had mice in our house ladies and gentlemen. We had been hearing scratching noises for a little while, but I was just ignoring them until one night I saw a few brave mice faces and that was it! Our landlords took care of the problem right away, but not before we had discovered that the mice don't like sugar--they like nuts. At the time (we have since aquired a storage unit-yay!) all of the candy for our business was sitting out in our sun porch, but nothing had been disturbed. Then as I was clearing out clutter in our dining room I found a bag of boston baked beans (just plain candy coated peanuts) ripped open and a pile of empty candy shells in the corner of one of our chairs. (These shells were also accompanied by "droppings" of sorts, but we won't go into details here.)
Well, the mouse traps came in and those smarmy little pests have all been evicted. All was forgiven, or so I thought. This last Saturday afternoon I was waiting around for Joel to get off the computer so we could run some errands and I decided to sit down at the piano and tinker around. I noticed that the keys kept sticking and was really upset at myself for neglecting to ever have my piano tuned or maintained. Then I decided to see if I could see what the problem was and opened the lid. Low and behold, it was a mouse smorgusbord. Yes, the mice decided that the best place to eat their candy coated peanuts and leave their droppings was INSIDE my piano!!!! I was livid! I wanted to find the mice and choke them while telling them that the piano was not a play toy! I vacuummed up everything I could find, but there is still tons of sticky candy shells and droppings all in the small parts I couldn't reach. Joel says he's going to take it apart himself and see what he can clean up. What a mess!
So how is that for a post my happy blog stalkers?!
Hmmm . . . so I'm trying to think of something that would be interesting to write about, and all I can think of right now is mice. Yes, we had mice in our house ladies and gentlemen. We had been hearing scratching noises for a little while, but I was just ignoring them until one night I saw a few brave mice faces and that was it! Our landlords took care of the problem right away, but not before we had discovered that the mice don't like sugar--they like nuts. At the time (we have since aquired a storage unit-yay!) all of the candy for our business was sitting out in our sun porch, but nothing had been disturbed. Then as I was clearing out clutter in our dining room I found a bag of boston baked beans (just plain candy coated peanuts) ripped open and a pile of empty candy shells in the corner of one of our chairs. (These shells were also accompanied by "droppings" of sorts, but we won't go into details here.)
Well, the mouse traps came in and those smarmy little pests have all been evicted. All was forgiven, or so I thought. This last Saturday afternoon I was waiting around for Joel to get off the computer so we could run some errands and I decided to sit down at the piano and tinker around. I noticed that the keys kept sticking and was really upset at myself for neglecting to ever have my piano tuned or maintained. Then I decided to see if I could see what the problem was and opened the lid. Low and behold, it was a mouse smorgusbord. Yes, the mice decided that the best place to eat their candy coated peanuts and leave their droppings was INSIDE my piano!!!! I was livid! I wanted to find the mice and choke them while telling them that the piano was not a play toy! I vacuummed up everything I could find, but there is still tons of sticky candy shells and droppings all in the small parts I couldn't reach. Joel says he's going to take it apart himself and see what he can clean up. What a mess!
So how is that for a post my happy blog stalkers?!
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