Nightmare of Nightmares..
The bugs are back today, just as the high heat of the day started in.
Those bugs I’m 99% sure Sandy was right: they’re flying termites. Flying. Fucking. Termites. 😭😭😭😭
They must have just hatched because they’re shit at flying (totally okay with them being shit at flying). Today they are better at flying than yesterday, and there are many more than yesterday.. Considering they came through the window, there must be some evidence of it outside, right? So today I was able to go outside and take a look. Absolutely nothing in sight. Nada.
Fuck me. That means they are in the walls. So I came back in and went crazy looking all over the wall near the window and boom - found a tiny hole in the “baseboard” near the window and FIVE promptly came out to let me know I was right. I lysol’d them to death and removed them.
I have since covered that shit with a plethora of packing tape. I haven’t seen one live one in the ten minutes since doing that.
Unfortunately I listened and believed Stuart who said it was probably a one-off and they were just scavenging for a new home and wouldn’t be back, so I didn’t call the manager yesterday. I sure as hell did today and the pest guy can’t come out until tomorrow since it’s too late in the day. 😭😭
I’ve already had three total breakdowns from this, and have eaten nothing because my stomach is in knot (and I didn’t eat breakfast, but I’m sort of glad because I’m so upset I feel like throwing up). I’m stressed to the max, sent the kids to bed early for nap time, and I am impatient with them because of how flipped the fuck out I am over this (part of why they went to bed early - so they wouldn’t have to experience me like this. They deserve me at my usual). They don’t know any better and all of that makes me feel awful.
I let Stuart know what was up and NOT to forget the Lysol like last night. I don’t think he even waited to see if he passed the first half of his test; he’s on his way back home now.
I cannot handle bugs. At all.