Pestilence! A post whose subtitle is "Goddamn fucking pests are going to DIE!!!"→[More:]
I'm generally a gentle and peaceful person. For the most part, as the saying goes, I couldn't hurt a fly. (Physically, that is. Give me a fly that understands a good tongue-lashing and it's a different story.)
All that is over now. Over the past 4 months, my house has faced infiltrations of grain moths (millions), rats (2 on the ground, several others in the crawlspace/attic), and houseflies (hundreds; they hatched from somewhere in/above the bathroom last week).
That's it. I'm all in.
I found another vent on the roof that had been patched long ago, but which has basically been serving as a revolving door for the rats. I have an exterminator coming on Thursday who's going to set baited traps. (The rats go in, but they can't go out -- and that keeps them from dying in the yard and poisoning the chickens.) Today I trimmed the neighbor's shrubbery away from my roof, so that should help too.
I've swatted more flies than I can count over the past week, so now I'm decorating the windows with fly paper.
The moths only showed up again two days ago, and I'm annihilating them with extreme prejudice.
No more. Fuck karma! I've been nice for too long.
Don't fuck with me, bugs/rodents. I'm mad as hell. If you know what's good for you, you'll go far, far away.
And yes, I realize I'm making the somewhat loony assumption that my plagues read Metachat. But hey, who knows.