Am I the only one who … declares war against bugs?


deadk bugI don’t like bugs! I’m not afraid of them. They don’t give me the willies. I just don’t like them. I don’t keep a spotless house. I “live” in my home, and anyone can take one look and tell that. But just because I live here doesn’t mean I want to live with bugs… The nasty little critters carry germs and probably leave little tiny pee spots and itty bitty poos everywhere.

A couple of days ago, there was a bug crawling around my kitchen sink. A little black rascal about the size of a flea but it didn’t jump or bite … just crawled around like it owned the place. I squashed the bugger and didn’t think much about it. But later, I saw two more. I squashed them and went on a search for my can of Industrial Strength Bug Spray. I sprayed around the kitchen edges, trying to stay away from food and dishes.

Well, dang it all, yesterday I saw them again, so I sprayed some more and started the search for their hiding place. I checked the bread, nope none in there. I checked the coffee, nope none in there either. None in the instant oatmeal packets, or the hot chocolate packets either.

I knew the Whole Bug Family was living somewhere nearby so I started emptying my kitchen cabinets. While standing on a chair, peering into the clutter of various seasonings, plastic bowls with missing lids, I saw half dozen little bugs on the shelf. Squash, squash, squash, spray, spray, spray, wipe, wipe, wipe.

Finally, I gathered up my courage and looked into a container of Italian Bread Crumb Seasoning. Yikes! There were Zillions and zillions of bugs. Quick, quick, quick, get a plastic bag and start throwing every eatable thing that was up there away. Take every plastic dish and put it in the dish washer …… probably had bug pee or poo on them. I tied up the plastic bag, stepped out into the dark, watching for raccoons, and tossed that buggy stuff into the dumpster. Then I ran the dishwasher and scrubbed the entire kitchen.

This morning… No bugs! I won the war!

(Excerpt from Life Happens (My Story) by Donna Hale Chandler)


Gram use’ta say

Old couple 4

“When you give your word, keep it.”



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