I'm such a procrastinator. And I'm a perfectionist. And I'm OCD. So you see, all summer I've watched these little perpetrators build their papery nests and thought, "I'll knock that nest down later. But only when I can do it at the right time. As long as I don't make them angry and they chase me and my children down the block screaming."
You see my dilemma.
But today, finally, the bug man "cameth."
It has taken weeks to secure this appointment.
First we had over a half dozen kids in the house. Then were going out of town. He was going out of town. We WERE out of town. We got the stomach bug (yuck!). I had family in town. And now finally, we are bug free.
It was bad. I'm not telling you this to creep you out. I'm telling you because, well, it was. It is summer. We live on a wooded lot. We couldn't co-ordinate our schedules with said bug man. With those conditions you get, bugs.
But I tell you tonight, we are now protected. And life is good. And Little Man can put up the Dirt Devil, because there are no more little buggies to suck up. End of little story. Think less of me if you must. I DO NOT CARE.