… and spring.
Since I have had posts on rats in rectories and skunks under houses, let’s have another one in which we can reflect on our mortal state and the fact that Eve tried the apple, and got Adam to do the same.
Today, just to prove how a Monday can be, we had bugs start dropping from the ceiling. Freaky, earwig-like bugs. Except they had wings, twice as long as their bodies, and antennae that did not have a bend in them.
They were coming from a couple of vents, one in the girls’ bathroom [I’ll bet that went well.] and one in the living room. We vacuumed up bugs at twenty-minute intervals while waiting for the pest control guy to come by.
He came by as his last appointment of the day, around five p.m. He gave us the bad news: termites.
Commiserate with them over at And Sometimes Tea… and then buy some tea from the Mystic Monks.