That's insecticide in the same sense as homocide or genocide, referring to the masses of bugs we killed this weekend. My basement looks like a war zone of insect massacre.
We sprayed on Saturday, trying our best to do away with the fleas. We had planned to hire a pest control company, but that involved getting Jaime out of the house for over 24 hours, and washing everything (clothes, bedding, etc.) at the same time. We just aren't equipped to orchestrate something that involved just yet, so after some research, we found a good product that is available at the local Petcetera that should work.
We did a very thorough vacuuming, mopping and spraying of every nook and cranny, including the basement. That's where the armadillo bugs (you know the ones that can roll up into a little ball, the ones your cat likes to eat) lived, along with a few lady bugs and some type of beetle. The spray certainly worked on them; there were literally hundreds on the basement floor on Sunday. I'm assuming it's just as effective on the fleas, although I was bitten twice today.
I expect that we'll have to spray again, to make sure they're all gone, but it wasn't so bad. The house got cleaned as a bonus.
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Yesterday, I picked up Donna Tartt's new novel The Little Friend, her long-awaited return from a ten year hiatus since The Secret History was released. I was compelled by her first novel in a way that happens too rarely. I couldn't put it down, so I'm really looking forward to this one. I bought it for Julia, though, so I'm going to have to wait. I'm an unbelievably slow reader, anyway, and Julia's crazy fast. She devours books, so it just makes sense. I like to let it digest.
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