Today, just to prove how a Monday can be, we had bugs start dropping from the ceiling. Freaky, earwig-like bugs. Except they had wings, twice as long as their bodies, and antennae that did not have a bend in them.
They were coming from a couple of vents, one in the girls' bathroom and one in the living room. We vacuumed up bugs at twenty-minute intervals while waiting for the pest control guy to come by.
He came by as his last appointment of the day, around five p.m. He gave us the bad news: termites.
(The company in general has totally failed to impress us. We pay them for quarterly pest control service, and when I called to tell them that we were seeing around a hundred critters every twenty minutes and could someone please come by, they started acting like I wanted somebody--oh, sometime later in the week, or early next week. No, I said. Today, I said. Right away, I said. Five or six p.m. as his last appointment of the day was the best they could do, they said. Termites, he said. About 2 grand to treat, he said. I'll call you with a price quote [tomorrow? the next day? We still don't know] he said. Bye, he said, giving us no further advice on what the heck we were supposed to do about the freaky critters dropping from the ceiling in the meantime. We called the company back to ask, and they promised that either he would call us or they would. Nobody called. We may be shopping around for a better pest control company. Right away, she said.)
Anyway, the planned follow-up to the post about Catholic weddings has been postponed until I don't have to glace up nervously at the ceiling every five seconds while typing, because the fear that winged termites in the throes of a mating swarm are going to drop on you any second sort of takes the joy out of writing about the Sacrament of Matrimony and related issues. If blogging is a bit sporadic in the next day or two, it will probably because my desire to write is being slowly eaten by...