Yesterday, in unfucking my art table and surrounding area, I discovered something Not Good. It seems we have some carpet beetles who decided to take up residence. Further research has revealed that the wee little flutterby things I’ve seen off and on over the last couple of years are not baby Miller moths, either, but clothes moths.
(Obviously, if you’re squicky about this sort of thing, DON’T CLICK THE DAMN LINKS.)
I’m … pretty upset about this. It’s not a huge infestation, and I think it’s pretty much confined to the bedroom, but reading that they live on dust and hair and whatnot makes me feel like I’ve been living in filth.
Neither of us are good housekeepers, but both Best Beloved and I own our own businesses, and it’s been tough. I haven’t had a schedule that has included a regular weekend for something like 7 years. We’ve also had our own farm (somewhere in the neighborhood of 50 animals last year!), so a lot of time and energy has gone into that; when you are responsible for animals like that, you have to take care of them Right Then, because otherwise Bad Things happen.
We are finally at the point where we have the time and money to be able to start turning a little attention towards our domicile, and what happens? Toxic mold in the basement (and likely the garage), and bugs in the bedroom.
Current plan? Hooray for large chest freezers, ‘cause a lot of our stuff is going to have to go in there. A Rug Doctor is going to wind up in our possession (*sigh* they’re great, but not cheap), and a massive unfucking of the bedroom is going to have to happen. I don’t know if this is 20/10-able, either; it’s going to be looooong few days of slogging, and all I want to do right now is curl up and hide.
I took most of today off to do other work, Business-related Stuff. In fact, it’s a quarter to 5 and I haven’t gotten out of bed all day except to pee. However, Best Beloved and I are going to head down to the local bar for a couple drinks (after I make the bed!) and to do the crossword puzzle; when we get back, we’ll breed the rabbits and then I’ll do a little unfucking.
*sigh* A few words of encouragement would not be unappreciated at this point.
You can do this. It sucks, and it’ll be a pain in the ass, but it’s doable. As you will prove when you do it. We’re all rooting for you.
