I'm sorry to hear that TS. The diatomaceous earth may come in handy as a way to reduce their numbers if you can find the source.
That's the thing. I never see the b@stards anywhere but crawling across the ceiling, hanging from the web(?) line that they produce, or crawling up the walls on their way to the ceiling. I don't know what the things live on. It's certainly not the stuff that I (or cats) eat, because there isn't so much of that kind of stuff around that I don't keep it sealed/protected. If I could find a nest of some sort, I'd destroy it (with fire, if need be).
Every year, for the past five or six, it's the same thing. Around now (give or take, depending on current weather trends, I guess), I see one worm crawling across the ceiling. I kill it. The next day, I see 20, and kill those. Then it's kill, kill, all day long - and if I go a couple days without venturing into a room, I see literal hundreds of vertical web lines. Or did; the eyes aren't getting any better. Kind of worried about that part.
Another day or three and I'll be back to miserably covering myself - top of head to bottom of feet, with only the smallest gap for breathing - each night when I try to sleep. That's when I start wishing I could go back to having a wonderful three solid hours of sleep per night.
That's when my tenuous grip on sanity really starts to slip.
It'll be like this until it's in the 20s outside for daily high temperatures and I can shut off the water (sometimes my Winter financial situation will have already done this part for me), disable the furnace's thermostat, and open the windows for several days. And that doesn't end the problem, just stuns it for the year. And not always then. But it always seems to help. At the very least, I get a week or two of being able to scrape them and their cocoons(?) out of every piece of clothing, blanket, curtain, et cetera that I own instead of constantly knocking them from the ceiling into a bottle of water, putting the lid back on, and shaking it. (I got tired of cleaning the ceiling all day long after squashing them onto it, lol).
I spend part of the year basically living in one room. Days are constant forays into enemy territory, to do battle. Preparing/cooking food is...
somewhat stressful.
"My kingdom for 100 pounds of DDT!" lol. I learned last year that Diazanon doesn't seem to bother them.
She doesn't hug strangers.
I should hope not. Not in these times.
Nah....The Meg as in Megaladon, the prehistoric shark of unreasonable proportions. A cheesy, summer exploration film with abysmal scripting and delicious action sequences. Jason Statham. Enough said.
Whoops. I know a thing or two about past events, but not much at all about movies. They all seem like poorly read novels (and read at .00001% normal speed) to me. Requires potent sativa, at minimum.
Err... I suppose you had that part covered
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Words of wisdom from the birthday girl...
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Someday the options will explode in number and diversity. The daughter’s kinda fond of the B&B resort area with seminar schedules and stoner roundups.
