apartment update

I have diatomaceous earth-ed my cupboard-tops. This is not because I hate Wall-E. (I do not hate Wall-E.)

Let me back up: there were bugs. Not a LOT of bugs, because I’m pretty sure that would have sent me screaming into the night. But, you know, plug in the kettle, unplug the kettle, bug crawls out of the electrical outlet.

I’ll admit, it actually took me a few weeks to work up the courage to google ‘bugs crawling out of electrical outlet.’ Because — all my stuff is here? I hate bugs? Mostly I tried to convince the cat that he should learn to hunt them in his spare time, and I just whacked them when I saw them and hoped for the best.

Except for That One. There’s one, and it’s wily, and it sits atop the cupboards waving its antennae in a manner both jaunty and mocking. It has escaped death not once, not twice, but three times. And it’s bigger than the rest, and it’s freaking me out. I think it may be a True Alpha, and I don’t want to know what it can transform into.

So: diatomaceous earth, because I looked at the hardware store and everything else had warnings like “any of this product that you don’t purposefully leave in all the nooks and crannies of your apartment, you should properly dispose of by calling your local hazardous waste removal company.”

(Also outlet covers.)

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