Monday, March 10, 2008

Antiboidics and Pantry Beetles

My visit to the doctor confirmed that while I do not have strep, I should not be around people. So I'm pouting, staying at home today, despite feeling pretty good. I just have a sore throat with yucky white specks. Blech.

One of the lovely things that greeted me when I returned from vacation was pantry beetles. It's the grossest, more revolting thing I've encountered in a long time. I threw everything but my canned goods out, vacuumed, then scrubbed everything twice. And I still have the willies. So my kitchen is a disaster. Nothing has gone back in the cabinets yet. I'm just not ready. Yuck. I know that it's common, and typically enter the home through a product purchased at the store. But I still feel like the worst housekeeper in the world right now. And I'm just... so grossed out.

Welcome back, me.

7 comments:

Kansas Bob said...

Look on the bright side.. at least you can't communicate the illness or the beetles to your buddies in blogdom :)

Hope recovery comes quickly!

ptg said...

Bugs have a place in the scheme of things, I guess. That place isn't in the house.

steph! said...

Ugh, I know the feeling. You feel dirty even though you know you're not. And I've been to your house. You are very clean.

Barbara said...

I left a comment but it didn't work! Instead of rewriting I will just say sorry you are sick and can relate about the gross bugs!

stephanie said...

KB - always lookin' on the bright side.

prg - amen, brother!

steph! - Thank you. You are sweet.

Barbara - No one should have to relate. They all just need to go away! Now.

rubyslipperlady said...

I feel your pain. LasT night while writing a letter home a half-dead bug fell from my ceiling and landed next to me on the sofa. I almost threw up. Not to mention the time I went into my bathroom at 4am and just happened to turn on the light to see a roach the size of Maine on my sink. SEriously. I want to throw up just thinking about it now.

Life is different here. You grin and bear it, flick it on the floor to be swept up in a bit and just keep sitting on the couch.

stephanie said...

Ew! My dear missionary friend, I am so sorry... You are made of much stronger stuff than me.