I have bugs on my floor. Sounds creepy, doesn't it? And it is! Oh, I vaccum almost daily to get rid of them, but next day there are always more. It's those pesky Asian lady beetles. Our government imported them to help control some sort of aphids on soybean crops. As long as there are soybean plants around, we don't see many of the beetles.
I realize this little guy bears a strong resemblance to the gentle ladybugs we all know and love (ladybug, ladybug, fly away home), but this is a different creature. This one can bite. And if you squash him, he stinks.
Because we have an old house, there are lots of cracks and crevices where these little pests can hide for the winter after the soybean crops have been harvested. When they feel the warmth of our propane heat, they come out of hiding, fly around awhile, and fall to the floor. Or into my bowl of cereal. Whatever.
Trouble is, there's no way to get rid of them. If you live in farm country, and especially if you have an old house, your stuck with them.
Now to my other country problem: mice.
Yesterday morning bright and early I went into the bathroom to get one of my crockpots. Yes, I keep a crockpot in the bathroom. I had some unused space there, and not enough space in my kitchen.
When I opened the door to get the crockpot, there were chunks of Sadie's dog food scattered around the thing. My first thought was "mice", since I've seen them hide dog food before, back in my cabin. Funny thing is, though, there wasn't any mouse doo-doo around, and they always leave that in abundance.
OK, so I removed the crockpot and saw more chunks of Science Diet behind it. Still no mouse-poop in sight, so I felt pretty secure in reaching back to get the dog food out of there.
Because when I stretched back into the far recesses of that cabinet, I scared up the mouse, and he came straight at me, making his escape. I'm not sure who was more scared, Mousey or me.
He ran toward the kitchen, and who knows where he ended up.
I put a little tub of mouse poison in that cabinet and left the door ajar a bit, hoping the wandering mouse might find his way back.
This morning I heard little tell-tale noises coming from that bathroom cabinet, so I know for sure that either Mousy found his way back, or his family has joined him. I decided to add a mousetrap to the arsenal, since poison works rather slowly. I baited it up with peanut butter (mice like PB much better than cheese) and put it inside with the poison.
So far, I haven't heard that satisfying "snap" that would mean a dead mouse. But this is war, and I intend to win. I may not be able to get rid of the Asian lady beetles, but I do know how to rid the house of mice.
It's a battle I've won before.