Keeping the outsiders outside
Imagine being asked if you are willing to share. As a condition of employment. Specifically, your bed. Keeping this as family content, I will explain more. First of all, I had no brothers. Never had to share my bed. And from what I have read, back in the war, on ships, the sailors had insufficient bunks for the personnel. So, they “hot bunked”. That’s where you rolled out and someone else rolled in. Never seen it, in practice, but for someone that likes the sheets to be cool at bedtime, it seems awkward. Moving along.
Are you ready to share your home. With strangers. Of a different species. As in, accepting that the wildlife gets all up close and comfy. Mice come to mind. We worry about such things, living in the countryside.
And so, today, we had a visit from a firm that specializes in making your home “yours, alone” Some violence may be possible. The technician explained about poison bait and killing traps, as a way to ensure that visitors come in, but they don’t leave alive. Like everything else, there are costs, although replacing infrastructure is sometimes worth the price. I don’t know; we’ll see. Can’t keep a cat, so this seems like an alternative. We do live in the country.
One of the other, added value services on their list was the removal of wasps. This one seems like a great alternative to waiting for a hurricane (our last answer). Wasps now know where we live, and we now know how to search and destroy.
