Mosquito wars

My lovely hubby was going on a holiday. His plane was leaving at some crazy hour in the morning so he woke me at 2am to say goodbye and not disrupt me. I smiled blissfully inside the cocoon of warmth of my bed and thought: he’s so nice. Trying not to disrupt my sleep.

Not two seconds later, the banging started.

Apparently, Lovely Hubby had opened the door with the light on (something you never do in the country) and about a gazillion tiny mosquitoes had come inside the house. In order to fully celebrate the apparent sun they had discovered in the middle of the night, they had invited their friends and now there was a swarm of ridiculous size inside the house. Lovely Hubby was trying to get them with a cloth and having as much effect as …well no effect.

Cursing at all Brits and him in particular, I got up to help him. And there were were, at 3 am, swinging kitchen cloths, trying to kill the little bugs but mostly just hitting each other.

We tried putting the porch light on and opening the door hoping to lure them out.

Bad idea number two.

The light only called more of them from the surrounding areas and our porch disappeared under the sheer number of bodies. Instead of throwing the inside ones out, we got another wave of fresh flying bugs inside the house.

In desperation, my hubby got the mosquito repellant and sprayed every inch of the house.

By then, Shane, his trusty friend, had arrived at our mosquito mecca and hubby had to go. So, there I was, at 3:30 in the morning, with the stench of bug repellant everywhere in the house and a million mosquitoes buzzing around my head.

Hubby texted not long after. He was at the flight gate, enjoying an early cup of coffee, already relaxing into his holiday.

The joys and terrors of buying a house

We just sold our house and, as demanded by our buyers, we have to exit the residence in a couple of days. It was a fast sale. In fact, we sold our house and bought another one in under 24 hours. It’s the most coffee I have ever drunk in my life.

We wanted to find a home in the city. After years of living in the country, we were ready for amenities, conveniences and people. So, it should come as no surprise that we ended up finding our new home further away in the country than our present one.

It’s a cute little bungalow next to a lake and the Mecca of the mosquito world. It seems every winged insect has chosen to move to our new home to welcome us and tell us how much they love us. We have mosquitoes, black flies, horse flies and every type of bee and wasp. If elephant flies existed, we’d have those too.

While levelling our yard, we encountered rocks the size of small car. We kept them and moved them until they formed a circle hoping the dogs will like them. Since our new home is smaller, we have to get rid of things including furniture and clutter that has somehow accumulated in our basement. We also have to pack. The movers come on Thursday at 8am. Ready or not.

Nuts doesn’t even come close to describing how we’re acting. Maybe headless chickens. Maybe not even that.

Now the internet is acting up. Joy.

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