Steamed much of the guest room yesterday. Steamed and bagged my luggage. Not sure that DH is fully on board with all preventative measures, but he is a good sport and is helping me out, setting aside his running to assist with the preparations.
Going to bed last night I heard The Something chomping on a cardboard box in the back room. DH was still getting ready for bed, so I attempted to frighten the critter away alone. I banged on the door. I yelled. I cracked open the door and spoke firmly. I closed it quickly...Chomping continued...I ran and got my camera.
That does it. The Something was obviously back there...I was tired of guessing what it was...so I did what any sane person would do...I cracked open the door and held my camera up and blindly snapped the shutter. After 3 photos and 1 video with no results, I stopped, I listened again. The Something was making noises in the back corner.
I stepped into the furnace room. Held up the camera and this is the result:
I let you play Where's Waldo to find the MISCREANT.
After the photo was taken...the raccoon blinked and ambled toward me. I bolted back into DS's room...usually I'm all for Elf moments, just not that one.
DH comes down and I triumphantly present my photo. He was not happy. I'm not allowed back in the furnace room again. Not that I want to go again, it smells like the monkey cage at the zoo...it is not only the playroom for said raccoon, but also his lavatory. Eww. Nast.
So this is a bed bug blog...currently 8 plastic bags sit in our basement hallway, full of clothes and bedding. Just because we're not getting bit yet, doesn't mean they aren't waiting in the baseboards to come for us. I'm going to say it again. I'm thankful DH is willing to sacrifice, because we have had 3 nights of continuous sleeping from DS. That alone is worth it.
Read this today:
Psalm 91:1-6
Verse 6 talks about not being afraid of the pestilence that walks in darkness...the author probably was experiencing a different pestilence, but then again pestilence 4000 years ago could have been the same as today. Anyway, I found it encouraging.
That does it. The Something was obviously back there...I was tired of guessing what it was...so I did what any sane person would do...I cracked open the door and held my camera up and blindly snapped the shutter. After 3 photos and 1 video with no results, I stopped, I listened again. The Something was making noises in the back corner.
I stepped into the furnace room. Held up the camera and this is the result:
I let you play Where's Waldo to find the MISCREANT.
After the photo was taken...the raccoon blinked and ambled toward me. I bolted back into DS's room...usually I'm all for Elf moments, just not that one.
DH comes down and I triumphantly present my photo. He was not happy. I'm not allowed back in the furnace room again. Not that I want to go again, it smells like the monkey cage at the zoo...it is not only the playroom for said raccoon, but also his lavatory. Eww. Nast.
So this is a bed bug blog...currently 8 plastic bags sit in our basement hallway, full of clothes and bedding. Just because we're not getting bit yet, doesn't mean they aren't waiting in the baseboards to come for us. I'm going to say it again. I'm thankful DH is willing to sacrifice, because we have had 3 nights of continuous sleeping from DS. That alone is worth it.
Read this today:
Psalm 91:1-6
Verse 6 talks about not being afraid of the pestilence that walks in darkness...the author probably was experiencing a different pestilence, but then again pestilence 4000 years ago could have been the same as today. Anyway, I found it encouraging.
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