Reading about my friend Heidi’s recent cockroach problem got me thinking about our own tales of pest woes. It first began when we moved into our house a few years ago and realized that we had an attic full of squirrels. They weren’t too hard to get out – a guy came and put traps on top of the roof and every other day or so we’d see one sitting in his jail cell, waiting to be removed.
But lately, we seem to be suffering from a new nuisance – mosquitoes. I’ve never noticed them before, probably because I don’t spend a lot of time in the great outdoors (and proud of it, I might add), so they are generally not an issue.
But I draw the line at having to swat them in my own home. I’m declaring war! Why, just the other day, a mosquito had the audacity to land on my baby’s head. Were we trekking through the fields on a hike, you ask? No. We were sitting in the back seat of our car. I quickly swatted at the vile creature and saved my little one from an itchy red welt. I didn’t kill it, unfortunately, but I’m sure I scared it.
And just this morning another one went for my arm as I was changing Henry’s diaper in the nursery, of all places. Needless to say, that little bugger wasn’t so lucky and I took great pleasure in sending it to the swampland of the great beyond.
Speaking of the great beyond… I think enough time has passed that I can now tell you about the other pest problem that we had a few months ago. Our first clue that we had an unwanted guest was the rather large droppings that we found in our basement garage (which is used only for storage). The next indication of a problem was an actual rat sighting made by my startled husband as he opened the garage door one night. We immediately called the pest control people to take care of the problem. Unfortunately, it wasn’t that easy.
It took several days of waiting for the creature to eat the poison that was laid out for him. Finally, we began to smell something that wasn’t quite right and we knew that the deed had been done. That’s the good news. The bad news is that we didn’t know where the rat had died so we had to clean out the entire garage and wipe everything down with disinfectant in the process.
There we were in the late fall weather, rain coming down, – me fully pregnant btw – with a yard full of stuff, trying to scrub our garage floor. We found the little sucker though – he had died in his “crib” in the very back corner of the garage. And you know what? I didn’t feel sorry for him at all. Not one little bit. I did, however, feel sorry for us. But at least the problem was taken care of and we were rat free.
Until the other night. The CPA and I were watching TV in our basement when we heard a thumping noise. Turning down the volume we looked for the source only to realize that it was coming behind our wall, or our ceiling, we can’t tell which. So now we have to bring out the pest guys. Again. While we haven’t seen droppings in the garage, we’re still worried that they’re making it into the walls somehow.
Creepy, I know. And annoying too. Not to mention expensive! And just plain creepy. (I felt that was worth repeating.) You’d think we lived out on a farm with all of the pest problems we’ve had. We were told that rats and such are quite normal for cities because they are attracted to all of the trash. Great. That’s something they don’t mention on the community web page when you’re checking out places to live.
Needless to say, I’ve had my fair share of creepy crawlers. In fact – I’m all for just packing up and moving out and letting them have the place. And I’d do it too, if we hadn’t put so much work into our home. So we’ll stay, and we’ll fight, and we will be victorious! Rats, mosquitoes, and squirrels be damned!