Update From Bugland
Apr. 13th, 2006 06:22 pmWTF no exterminator yet. Buggy things have lost their wings. Wings are all over windowsill. Most of the buggy things are nowhere to be found. I'm no longer so sure they're ants. Mom says they might be termites.
I CAN'T DECIDE WHICH IS WORSE.
I swear it was like a plague of Egypt up in here this afternoon. I didn't eat lunch because I was afraid of buggy things in my food. I was sitting very, very still so as not to attract attention. Right now, my skin is crawling like crazy because I don't know where they're hiding.
Then my dad showed up to get the cats, and he brought my ninety-three year old great-grandmother with him. Just because. He thought we could have lunch together and I could show off my apartment.
EXCEPT. He didn't tell me she was coming, so of course my apartment was a total wreck. Dirty dishes in the sink, bed unmade, books all over the floor where the cats knocked them off the bookcase. And I haven't vaccuumed in, like, a month. I'm so embarrassed that Great-Grandmother saw that. She thinks I'm a total pig now, I'm sure. My apartment's really nice when I'm given advance notice AND THERE'S NOT A PLAGUE OF EGYPT TO WORRY ABOUT, I swear! And when I called him to come get the cats, I told him expressly that I had class at two and I had to notify the apartment manager and the exterminator and then go to the computer lab on campus to print some stuff, so I needed him to be here by one to get the cats. He got here at about ten 'til one. I have no idea why he thought I was going to have time to eat lunch*. And shouldn't he have realized that while my apartment is BUG-INFESTED OUT THE WAZOO is possibly not the best time for me to be playing hostess? *tears out hair*
And my dad took my tone of TOTAL STRESS AND ALSO WTF BUGS as me being pissed at him or something and stormed out. WHEE.
*headdesk headdesk headdesk*
Can today just be over now?
*I am aware now that I really should have made time to have lunch with my ninety-three year old great-grandmother, but at one o'clock this afternoon, I was nowhere near that rational.
I CAN'T DECIDE WHICH IS WORSE.
I swear it was like a plague of Egypt up in here this afternoon. I didn't eat lunch because I was afraid of buggy things in my food. I was sitting very, very still so as not to attract attention. Right now, my skin is crawling like crazy because I don't know where they're hiding.
Then my dad showed up to get the cats, and he brought my ninety-three year old great-grandmother with him. Just because. He thought we could have lunch together and I could show off my apartment.
EXCEPT. He didn't tell me she was coming, so of course my apartment was a total wreck. Dirty dishes in the sink, bed unmade, books all over the floor where the cats knocked them off the bookcase. And I haven't vaccuumed in, like, a month. I'm so embarrassed that Great-Grandmother saw that. She thinks I'm a total pig now, I'm sure. My apartment's really nice when I'm given advance notice AND THERE'S NOT A PLAGUE OF EGYPT TO WORRY ABOUT, I swear! And when I called him to come get the cats, I told him expressly that I had class at two and I had to notify the apartment manager and the exterminator and then go to the computer lab on campus to print some stuff, so I needed him to be here by one to get the cats. He got here at about ten 'til one. I have no idea why he thought I was going to have time to eat lunch*. And shouldn't he have realized that while my apartment is BUG-INFESTED OUT THE WAZOO is possibly not the best time for me to be playing hostess? *tears out hair*
And my dad took my tone of TOTAL STRESS AND ALSO WTF BUGS as me being pissed at him or something and stormed out. WHEE.
*headdesk headdesk headdesk*
Can today just be over now?
*I am aware now that I really should have made time to have lunch with my ninety-three year old great-grandmother, but at one o'clock this afternoon, I was nowhere near that rational.
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Date: 2006-04-14 12:23 am (UTC)Did it work?
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Date: 2006-04-14 01:24 am (UTC)