The Exiles

On our porch we sit. The exterminator is here (yippee!) so we had to evacuate the house in order to let him do his spraying. I am oh so happy that this is getting taken care of because the little bites I already have on my ankles are a little too reminiscent of a worse time. Let me take this opportunity to tell you, however, that I should have featured a photo in my entry yesterday of Kristen's legs now! She is bitten up 300 % worse than I was! Ay yi yi!

Fleas, it's time to go!

Mr. Bug Killer, who is one of the cutest little old men ever by the way, told us that fleas become present for one reason only: a blood meal. Meaning, of course, that something is living in our basement. On first sniff upon entry to our basement, he asked if we have cats. I told him that if we did (or if one was in our basement) that my face would be swelled up to the size of a watermelon and I would resemble a red and white dalmatian (hive city!). And speaking of hive outbreaks, yes, I am still allergic to hot water.

So the best conclusion is that we have a mouse/mice. YUCKO. Look out for my next entry: The Rat Poison Adventures. (I'm lying, I will spare you those details.)

P.S. Hef is not the reason, lay off.

Here is a cute picture of me and Kristen when we were freshmen to get your mind off of our gross basement.