Thursday, August 22, 2013
I'm Completely Buggy
Unlike my eldest grandson, Dylan, who just
is at the “bug” infatuated stage of his life-I do NOT like creepy-crawlies,
flyers or any other things that find themselves under the heading of
This is why we have an exterminating
service. That sounds bad. I know.
Here I am a firm believer in rescuing animals, wishing I could just
house them all and love them “forever” and on the flip side: I do not want anything to do with bugs.
In California we always had a quarterly
service. Adam and I have a problem with
spider bites. He has had a few trips to
the ER for the result of some. I seem to
recall once where one got his foot and it was first red and swollen and then
black and blue to the point where wearing a shoe was not in the cards for
almost a week.
During our day care years-I was bit on the
forearm while serving lunch. My arm
started to go numb and had red streaks going up it. Not exactly a “good” sign. I immediately told my husband to call one of
the kids home and I was going to urgent care.
Good thing-got a shot, had to lay there
for almost an hour until they were as certain as could be that I wouldn’t die
driving home and was given a two week prescription for some high powered
antibiotic (same as our son would get) as well as an arm brace. The instructions were to go home, lie down
and put my feet slightly above my heart for the rest of the day. I was also told to come back in 24 hours to
be checked out.
Nope, creepy crawlers are not fun.
Here in the desert-we have numerous bugs
that both Steve and I have never seen before:
strange looking blue/black/metallic spiders, cockroaches, weevils and we
were warned about the various scorpions.
Nothing says “heart-pumping” like finding
a scorpion fall out on the floor from the bed sheets you were about to
wash! Or seeing some creepy crawlies
outside all your doorways and wonder what they are to the point where you put
the dead ones into a Ziploc and ask the exterminator what they are-only to be
chuckled at and told they’re “harmless American cockroaches”.
This week-Steve found very small and dead
bugs in a window sill he was vacuuming and then realized they were on the floor
as well. Another call to the
exterminator was made. He came and again
chuckled at our calling about “non-venomous and non-erosive weevils”.
I suppose he wouldn’t have chuckled if
they were the “boll weevils” that ended the lives of cotton plants in the
Since he was here I told him about another
scorpion I found near the trash can in the breakfast nook-that the body was
smaller than the first but the tail was pretty scary.
He said as long as it came in to die-the
service was working on all these accounts and not to worry. Scorpions it seems are able to flatten
themselves to 1/5th of their thickness and get in anywhere at any
Comforting to know.
Now I’m not only worried what is sharing
our bed, but what may be wandering around the perimeters of my domicile.