So, in case you didn't know, I'm a bug phobic. Big time. I turn and run to a safe distance, then point and shout "bug" until someone rescues me. My first year at university, I made Branden drive 35 minutes from his house to my dorm to squish a moth. I kid you not.
I have grown up a bit, and can, usually, now manage to vacuum up bugs if I'm by myself and there is no alternative. Unless it's a spider, in which case I have to move out.
So, my other trauma of the week:
My mom and I are very wimpy when it comes to heat, so when we moved into this house (which had no air), we installed 3 window air conditioners - 1 each in her room, my room, and the living room.
Now, 13 years later, mine has given out mostly. It makes horrific noise when you turn it on, which I could stand, but no one else could.
It was also a revolving door for bugs to enter the room through. I started to get a steady stream of these small, winged bugs that I now know are box elder bugs.
Since the air conditioner wasn't working and I was driving my mom crazy yelling "bug bug bug" all the time, she called the maintenance men over and had them take the air conditioner out. It was /infested/. The maintenance moronsmen carried it out /through/ the house, thus dropping bugs off everywhere. I managed to sweep them up before they got too far.
Since the removal of the air conditioner, I've been finding about 20 bugs a day in my room. My mother's been having me sleep in there as they were confined to the window area (I moved my bed to the other side of the room) and usually are only active during the day. I haven't really slept for two days.
My mother had me order some "natural" bug killer.
Then today she goes outside and comes back in and looks kind of shaken. She said I'd better call the bug spray place and have them rush the order, whatever it costs. She doesn't want to tell me, but I finally pry out of her that the brick wall outside is /covered/ with them, and she thinks they're nesting in the window well below my window. It has a hard plastic cover on it, but it's chipped and broken from the guys that mow our lawn.
I flip my lid and say that I'm not waiting for the natural stuff, I'm going out there with a can of heavy duty Raid and killing the suckers off. She doesn't want me to do it, but finally gives in and she sprays all around outside.
Now my room smells of bug spray. Super-deadly-horrible bug spray that I am allergic to. To be fair, everything is probably allergic to it.
She calls an exterminator because I guess there are just tons and tons of bugs. They said that if there are only 20 getting in the house a day, they don't consider us to have a problem (fuckers). They said that the bugs can get into the wood, and that we don't want them to die there because then other things get in and use their corpses for food.
I'm disgusted just typing this.
So far, there are fewer bugs than before, but not zero, which is the only number that I consider to be acceptable.
I'm sleeping on the couch.
I think I've somehow died and gone to hell where all my worst nightmares are coming true.