I don't like bugs!  I'm not afraid of them.  They don't give me the willies.  I just don't like them.

I don't keep a spotless house.  I 'live' in my home, and anyone can take one look and tell that.  But just because I live here doesn't mean I want bugs to live here too.  The nasty little critters carry germs and probably leave little tiny pee spots and itty bitty poos everywhere.

A couple of days ago, there was a bug crawling around my kitchen sink.  A little black rascal about the size of a flea but it didn't jump or bite... just crawled along as if it owned the place.  I squashed that bugger and didn't think much about it.  But later, I saw two more.  squashed those and went on a search for my can of Industrial Strength Bug Spray.  I sprayed all around the kitchen edges, trying to stay away from food and dishes.

Well, dang it all, yesterday, I saw them again.  Spray some more and start The Search for their hiding place.  Nope, none in with the bread.  Nope, none in the coffee, instant oatmeal packets or hot chocolate packets.

I knew the whole Bug Family was living somewhere nearby so I started emptying my kitchen cabinets.  While standing on a chair, peering into a clutter of various seasonings, plastic bowls with missing lids, I saw a half dozen little black bugs on the shelf.  Squash, squash, squash, spray, spray, spray, wipe, wipe, wipe.

Next I gathered up my courage and looked into a container of Italian Bread Crumb Seasoning ....... Yikes! Zillions and zillions!  Quick, quick, quick, get a plastic bag and start throwing every eatable thing that was on that shelf away.  Take every plastic dish and put it in the dishwasher .... probably has bug pee and/or poo on them.  I tied up plastic bag, out into the dark, watching for racoons, and tossed that buggy stuff into the dumpster.  Ran the dishwasher, scrubbed the kitchen.

This morning ................ no bugs.  I won the war!

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