While Mr. Aitch and I were away, some uninvited guests came to our house.  They’re still here.

Somewhere.

Their droppings were on the floor and counter top and how-in-the-world-did-they-get-on-my-table?

Eeewww!  Gross!!

So I made a quick trip to the store this morning and bought these:

Mr. Aitch and I have an agreement.  I buy the traps.  He does the rest.

Ok, maybe eight traps is too many.  Um…..  No.

So I’ve been cleaning.  Deep down, disinfecting cleaning.  And I suspect I’ll be doing more cleaning until the signs of the uninvited guests no longer appear.

And their furry, little carcasses are out of my house.

Excuse me while I go scrub something.

Me.  They love me.

We went to Mr. Aitch’s niece’s going-away-to-college party over the weekend.  We had a great time and wished the new college girl much success.

The party was outside and as the evening progressed, I could feel myself being eaten alive.  I have 33 bugs bites on my left foot and  leg and 19 on my right all mid-calf or below.  52 bites.

Did you know that a dollop of hand sanitizer directly on the bite works great to relieve the itching?

Connect the dots anyone?

This is a New Hampshire cell phone tower being disguised to look like a pine tree.  A very tall pine tree.

Looks a lot less offensive than most cell phone towers.  I wish they’d do that to the one that’s very visible from my front door.

Ah, but I don’t live in New Hampshire…