There is a phrase that gets used a lot in the B.B. household. “Ant Attack!!” Oh, no. This is when you know there’s been an invasion of the colonized critters to our cozy abode. Hoards of them descend upon counter tops, floors, sinks, walls, furniture, SKIN (aaack!)… out of nowhere. They end up in places…
If there’s anything I can’t stand more than mosquitoes, it’s those big, fat, filthy, revolting house flies. When they land on me with their nasty, hairy legs that have touched – ohh, Lord… I don’t even want to THINK about what they’ve touched — and look at me with their giant, dumb eyes, it seriously…
You know how some people just never seem to get bitten by mosquitoes? Do you HATE those people?? Then you, my friend, are probably a fellow sweet-blooded skeeter-magnet like me. I get it bad. Like, can’t-walk-from-my-car-to-inside-the-house-without-half-a-dozen-bites bad. I’m completely serious. Yeah, that? Is me. And those suckers leave maaad marks on my skin….
