Hmmm...I could open the windows, but then I would have to deal with the stinkbugs. Suffocation? Or death by vile entomological creatures? Now, there's a Hobbesian choice for you...
And don't think that just because I closed the windows, I eradicated the stinkbug problem. Oh, no - I merely got them down to not-quite-manageable numbers. I had to spend an hour this evening removing the creepy creatures from the bedrooms of my crying children.
I hates them (the bugs, not the children). Where's a flamethrower when I need one?
Ants are still coming in, too. It's an entomological mosh pit in here. We're the party house of the insect world.
Are mosh pits still happening? Or was that reference just too 90's?
I'm losin' it, people. Totally. Tomorrow I am calling the pest guy and the air conditioning guy. I will throw money at them in an attempt to make all these problems go away. And Larry will not dare to leave me home alone again.
Speaking of the 90's, Larry and I missed all of Seinfeld. (Sorry, Suzy). If we were to rent them from Netflix, which seasons are the best ones to go with?
[Photo credit: Hixon Heating and Air]