I'll spare you all the disgusting details, but we have been infested with ticks. Not just one or two, but about 20 in Dylan's bedroom! So, to beat the enemy we have called in the big guns....Jones' and Sons Pest Control. The remedy: lots of bug bombing...Okay, so I am not the most granola person in the world, but I do try to feed the kids organic and pesticides really 'bug' me.
The bug man arrived yesterday at 1 and we were told not to return until 5. We came back at 5 and left a bunch of windows open, but opted to spend the night at 'Nana's' house (even though she is out of town). And for the record we= Mommy, Daddy, Dylan, LaLa, Kobe, Chey, Dexter, and Leo. When we drove away to stay at Nana's I felt like we were running from a hurricane with our whole life jammed into the car.
We came home this morning, so that I could work...but I couldn't stand the smell and the idea that there is poison on everything. So, I wiped down EVERYTHING (walls, counters, couches, ottomans, floors, blah blah bla) and did 15 loads of laundry (sheets, rugs, clothes, curtains, pillows, comforters, dog beds, stuffed animals). I felt to contaminated, and it made me nervous for the kids.
Not sure which is worse...TICKS or pest control!!! The good news is that we have 12 days between now and the next treatment, so there is plenty of time to recouperate. ;)
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