An hour ago I saw a bug that bore a remarkable resemblance to a termite. I looked around and found another. I followed the trail into the dining room, and I found the mother load.
I considered grabbing Marianna (Adrienne was already at my mom's), and getting out of Dodge, but I opted instead to take matters into my own hands with the nearest thing I could find to do the trick. Ant spray. Here's a view of the carnage (and a few Marlee hairs as well).
Nathan told me shortly after the massacre took place that the termite man said that the creatures only live between 5 minutes to an hour in the air, meaning that all I did was shorten their already limited life span. But, if they swarm again before tomorrow (and I've been told they could) I am not going to let mother nature run her course and wait for a natural death. No siree. I am finding that I can breath easier, the ant spray smell not withstanding, with those little bugs dead on the ground instead of flying around my dining room, so if it happens any time in the next 18 hours, I will come out armed and ready once again.
What are these?
You guessed it. The tell-tale holes of escape, loaded up with my little home remedy (ant spray again) and blocked off by tape until tomorrow when the termite man can come. However, since talking with the termite man again, I have removed the tape because he told me if more are going to swarm, they might as well go through the same hole instead of boring new ones. Makes since to me, although any discussion of termites swarming is making my stomach do flips.
I am very sad to say that we do not have a termite contract, although we will from this day forward and forevermore, so we will have to wait til tomorrow to hear what damage has been done. Will this steal my joy? No. Thank you Jesus, termites are a very, very small inconvinience in the scheme of things. Will it make me cringe? It already has, and I'm sure tomorrow, I will again. But a lesson is learned. Termites happen, so make sure you're covered!