Battling bugs, swilling juice, and my Ashlee Simpson moment
I graduated first in my law school class.
I’ve spent the past week trying to outwit a bunch of fruit flies.
I’m not sorry about the path I’ve chosen in life.
But some days are better than others.
I made fruit fly traps using the old cone-of-paper-in-a-jar-of-vinegar method.
I’d see them fly down into the cone but somehow the little buggers kept coming out.
Finally it occurred to me that I didn’t tape all the way along the edge of the paper, leaving a gap they could fly out of. Seriously, this took me about 5 days to figure out.
In the meantime, I tried out the saran-wrap-stretched-across-the-jar-with-holes-poked-through method.
One evening, I stood transfixed watching a fruit fly sniff its way across the Saran wrap and–blip!–nosedive through one of the toothpick holes, never to fly out again.
It was the best part of my week.
We also found moths in our pantry and (yet again) in the coat closet.
I’m supposed to take all the canisters of grains and flour and dry goods and stick them in the freezer to kill off the eggs.
And I had shelled out a lot of money to buy a bunch of nifty, matching canisters. I know plastic causes cancer and whatnot, but I chose cancer over bugs.
Turns out, I get cancer and bugs.
(Mild to moderate TMI ahead)
Speaking of bugs, I’m trying to beat a UTI with unsweetened, 100% cranberry juice. I’ve downed about 80 ounces of the stuff in the last 48 hours.
I think it’s getting better.
My one big victory over bugs so far, and even then it’s really too close to call.
The fruit flies haven’t made it to my room yet, but if they do they’ll keep me up all night.
With their sneezing.
My bedroom is coated in dust.
Our whole house is dusty, but especially my bedroom.
I religiously change the air filters; I’ve vacuumed all the intake and outtake vents; we’ve had the ducts cleaned. We had the furnace replaced recently.
Still, the dust keeps coming. I can dust the top of my armoire and a thick coat will reappear in two weeks.
It’s affecting my self-esteem because the two most dusty areas in the house are the kitchen/dining area
and my bedroom.
I spend the majority of my time in those areas, by far.
And you know what dust is right?
Mostly skin cells.
What’s wrong with me? I am some sort of super-skin-shedding freak?
So I have an Ashlee Simpson moment whenever I enter my bedroom.
7. So that’s my life; how’s yours?
Linking up with Jen for 7 Quick Takes.