Mosquitos. Everywhere. And it’s not even summer yet when they’re far worse. Unlike flies (which we also have) the little buggers are near impossible to kill ... until they’re so heavy with your blood that they can’t fly properly. Then you can squish them as they bounce along the floor (if you don’t mind a mess).
We’re all getting eaten alive - except Andy. Our new apartment has huge open windows with only wooden shutters (no screens), which exacerbates the problem.
Monday morning, Hannah woke up with swollen fingers and toes from all of her bites. She even had 2 on her eyelid. She itches them until they bleed and thus looks frightful. Naomi is covered in pristine un-itched little red bumps. It looks like she has measles.
If this weren’t enough I found fresh mouse poo on the kitchen counter (I’d cleaned up lots of dry mouse droppings the day before - please oh please let it not be a rat).
Enough. I scheduled the fumigator for Tuesday. Not sure how safe it is to have someone spray bug killer inside your house. Thankfully he covered the dishes with a plastic bag (see picture above) and turned Naomi’s crib mattress upside down. Ha. Pick your poison.
We’ll also have to figure out a screen solution. Every critter in the area can currently crawl, fly, or walk into our new apartment. Eeep.
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