Well, not really. I took the weekend off from blogging and writing, because I needed the time to be able to straighten up the living room as best I could after putting up the Christmas tree (two boxes and assorted wrapping for slightly more delicate decorations). And I discovered that the roaches that had moved in here about four months after they were kicked out of their previous abode* hadn't vanished--they'd moved into my silverware drawer--and nothing I was doing was getting rid of them.
So, the weekend has been spent battling my house.
I am about to raise a white flag, and just go back to my writing. Which I'd prefer to be doing anyway.
*Last spring--about March, or so--a landlord evicted some tenants about two houses south of us. The tenants, apparently, were nasty: the landlord had to rip out all of the carpeting, and some of the sheetrock, and replace it all. And, with that, a few hundred thousand roaches fled the place, scattering in all directions. They hit us about August. Our neighbor directly to our south had them within a month, but has no pets, and was able to vacate for the day and bug-bomb the hell out of her place. I have two cats, a dog, and two children, and am not willing to use poisons like that. And the baits do not work.
It seemed, for a short while, like the egg inhibitors we placed were working, then I realized that they'd just moved into my silverware drawer: it's right next to the dishwasher, and the hot, moist air vents right straight into it.
My silverware is no longer in that drawer. Not much is, except for a boric acid/powdered sugar mixture.
The bugs have finally thinned...but they're still fucking there.
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