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When he stepped on an ant?
Dead ant, dead ant….

The exterminator guy came Saturday morning, forcing poor Mike (another post) and the kitties upstairs and Adam and I to the Farmers Market.
We signed up for a whole year of monthly treatments. The guy found a fledgling wasp next outside the toolshed and sprayed the perimeter of the house inside and out. With any luck (they’re guaranteed) we won’t have any more basement centipedes, kitchen ants, and things that could sting and kill me.