Our home is infested with termites! The nasty little things started coming out of the wall that holds up our stairs (nice!) on Saturday morning. Greg was on his way home and I called him screaming into the phone, "Thousands of termites are coming out of our walls and covering our living room!!!" He rushed home thinking he was going to discover me being eaten alive, and found around 30 dead termites covered in a thick coat of ant spray (it was all I could think to do!). Were there really only 30?!? It seriously looked like a thousand!
So we called our landlord and on Monday he brought an ant exterminator friend over to spray for ants (Are you kidding me?!?)! The ant exterminator explained that we do indeed have termites not ants, and nothing can stop the swarming this year (great! ugh!), but if our landlord hires a termite exterminator then they should be able to do this several month poison process outside that will kill them so they don't come next year. So now we're just hoping that our landlord invests in getting a termite exterminator so they won't come back next year! I'm making Greg call our landlord soon if we don't hear back from him with an exterminator appointment date and time.
The ant exterminator told us that the termite swarming should slow down soon, but as of now every day several times 30-50 termites emerge from the wall at once and there are almost always a few scurrying around at any given moment. Whenever I see them I freak out, spray them with ant spray (It works great - they die instantly!), and try to keep Christian away from them. Christian thinks the termites are fascinating to watch.
Abbie and I are not as fascinated by the termites. Whenever Abbie sees a termite she yells, "Bad bug!" while wagging her finger at it, and then if it moves in the slightest she runs away screaming to the nearest family member. Christian, ever the protective big brother, runs to her rescue, stomps on it with his shoes, and then proudly announces "I killed the bug!" Abbie then cautiously walks over to examine the dead bug with her brother.
Termites. I loath them. May they all die soon.
So we called our landlord and on Monday he brought an ant exterminator friend over to spray for ants (Are you kidding me?!?)! The ant exterminator explained that we do indeed have termites not ants, and nothing can stop the swarming this year (great! ugh!), but if our landlord hires a termite exterminator then they should be able to do this several month poison process outside that will kill them so they don't come next year. So now we're just hoping that our landlord invests in getting a termite exterminator so they won't come back next year! I'm making Greg call our landlord soon if we don't hear back from him with an exterminator appointment date and time.
The ant exterminator told us that the termite swarming should slow down soon, but as of now every day several times 30-50 termites emerge from the wall at once and there are almost always a few scurrying around at any given moment. Whenever I see them I freak out, spray them with ant spray (It works great - they die instantly!), and try to keep Christian away from them. Christian thinks the termites are fascinating to watch.
Abbie and I are not as fascinated by the termites. Whenever Abbie sees a termite she yells, "Bad bug!" while wagging her finger at it, and then if it moves in the slightest she runs away screaming to the nearest family member. Christian, ever the protective big brother, runs to her rescue, stomps on it with his shoes, and then proudly announces "I killed the bug!" Abbie then cautiously walks over to examine the dead bug with her brother.
Termites. I loath them. May they all die soon.