So my apartment is becoming overrun. Overrun by what, you ask? By Huns? The Visigoths, perhaps? Vikings, maybe, or even the British? No, ladybugs. Freakin' ladybugs.
It happens every fall. There's a gap under my window unit air conditioner, and bugs sorta sneak in under that gap. Well, when I saw the ladybugs on the ceiling, I decided it was time to take action. I have a length of foam padding/insulation for just this purpose, so I crammed some of it under the air conditioner and stopped up the gap and shuttled the ladybugs out of the apartment (without killing them, I might add).
Of course, I found more ladybugs after I'd done that than before. Go figure.
I'm exceptionally tired this evening, and I can't for the life of me figure out why. I mean, sure, I had to get up early this morning, but I was asleep last night by 1.00 (which is early for me) and I took a two or three hour nap this afternoon. Bizzare.
~chuck
Song of the Moment: Van Morrison, "Little Red Sports Car"
Monday, November 08, 2004
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Heh, I feel your pain, man. I actually filled up the vacuum's...I dunno, it's bagless, so whatever stuff goes into instead of bags...with them.
That's right, Mr. Greenpeace. I killed the mofos. Die! Die! DIE!!!
...Sorry. Anyway, when I got home yesterday afternoon, they were swarmed all over the car port and inside, as well. On the ceiling...the walls...all by the door we don't use...EVERYWHERE.
And they died well-deserved deaths.
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