While sitting quietly watching the first Star Trek movie, we saw a few winged ant type bugs cross the screen. We turned on the overhead lights to see an army of the stinkers on the outside of our screens trying to get in and a bunch already inside trying to get out.
Both Joe and I dislike the onset of the rain because of what comes with it. The ants, the crickets, the frogs – you name it – as soon as it starts to rain they make their way to the house. We are not talking a handful we are talking a pestilence like in the bible. We have had every crack, cranny, tiny opening stuffed with concrete, paste, tube calking you name it we have done it, but if the critter wants to get into the house, by God it is going to get into the house – and it does.
Last night Joe found the bug spray and sprayer, mixed up a big batch and sprayed the entire outside of the house. They were flying into my face, mouth and hair yuck, yuck, yuck. We turned off the lights and went to bed, nothing more you can do, the light attracts them so your best bet is to shut everything off. This morning I found a bunch of dead ones all around the house,