another breakdown
Brian is working late, so I've just been doing things around the house, enjoying my evening. Earlier I had decided to try Sara's chocolate chip cookie recipe, so tonight I went to the store and got the supplies.
A little bit ago, I started mixing up the ingredients. It has been forever since I baked anything, so I was just listening to an audio book and working on the cookies. I was just about to add the chocolate chips (and that's always the last thing you add) when I decided to get out the cookie sheets. I opened up the cabinet and started to take out my Pampered Chef stones when I saw it.
A roach. Correction, ANOTHER roach.
OK, this means three things:
1. I won't be able to bake the cookies until Brian comes home and kills it
2. I'll have to thoroughly wash everything in the cabinet (which I just did 2 weeks ago when I took it all out of the moving boxes)
3. I probably won't be able to sleep tonight, despite the Tylenol PM I took a little bit ago
So here's some history: there are WAY too many bugs in Florida. I can't even tell you how many we've found in the house, and we've lived here for exactly two weeks and one day. The exterminator came, laughed at my hysteria, and said it was totally normal--Florida is "bug central." He sprayed the stuff and said it would get worse before it got better, because they would eat the poison and then wander out, trying to get away from it. Everyone I've talked to says the same thing.
THIS DOES NOT HELP MY SITUATION!!!!
We have seen roaches of all shapes and sizes (we've named them according to size: baby, teenaged, and grandpa roaches--the one in the cabinet right now is a grandpa.) We've also seen spiders, silverfish, earwigs, and a few ants. I've been threatening to go out of town until it gets better. If it ever does.
I've already found one grandpa roach crawling around in my pots and pans, so I had to re-wash everything in THAT cabinet. I also found one in the junk drawer. Brian said he found another one in there and didn't tell me about it. The other night, one started crawling out from under the washer and I screamed and scared it back under there. Brian had to come move the washer and kill it. Right after that, I was leaving the kitchen when I saw a gargantuan spider running around in the dining room.
It was then that I had the breakdown. I just could not handle it anymore! Bugs are NOT supposed to live inside my house! They are UNINVITED! This house is not big enough for me AND them!!!! I was literally in tears, threatening to move. I can't take it! WHY can't they just go away??!!
The whole time I've been typing this, I've been feeling bugs crawling all over me. I keep scratching. I can't stand it anymore. Good thing we're going out of town for Labor Day weekend. I may have to be hospitalized before then if this keeps up.
