City Girl in the Country on Bugs

Last year, if you had asked me if I liked bugs, I would have told you my first car was a 1966 VW Beetle. This has been the most difficult transition for me in the country life. Between weird jumpy spiders, grass hoppers, cob webs between blades of grass and shy huge black spiders the size of a deck of cards and other oddities I didn’t know exsisted… I am living on pins and needles.

I came into the country armed with this 12 month bug repellent that worked very well in the Great Flea Invasion of 2010 in West Shreveport. My dad told me I would need to spray windows and doors at least once a month, but I was just so sure this bug defense was so fool proof that even the country would be no match.

I was wrong.

We’ve been living here just over a month now. I love it. I really, really do. But I just don’t know how to handle insects… like at all. For example, why do I have fruit flies when I don’t even have any fruit? And why is it that the first bug I see in the house somehow ends up in my hair?  It doesn’t help that my hair is like 3 feet long. (Fighting the uncontrollable urge to bathe.)

Anyway, so yeah. This is turning into an emergency. And the worst part about it is- I can’t find ANYONE that does any sort of services around those parts! There’s supposedly like ONE electrician and ONE plumber and they happen to be the same person, who is worse about delivering results than the trash can people. If I can’t pay someone to make my dishwasher work, how do I think I’m gonna get Billy the Exterminator to walk 6 acres like he’s Caine from Kung Fu?

Yeah, so anyway. I guess I need to buy some Do It Yourself books… or marry Bob Vila (definitely not happening) or become bff’s with  Billy’s mom. I think my friend/kinfolk Amanda Knotts has a better chance of that than I do.  I just realized her initials are AFK. That is another reason she’s awesome! ha Ok I’m really going afk. You’d be surprised how many people don’t even know what that means! …Away From Keyboard. (Leave it to me to ramble even when writing…)