Monday, July 15, 2013

I Was the Opposite of Robbed!

I think someone broke into  my house.

They didn't touch anything.

They didn't break anything.

They didn't steal anything.

They didn't clean anything (not those super clean cat burglars, I guess).

I came home and found this on my counter.

I will go to my grave from encephalitis before I will use any of these sprays.  I know that's a ridiculous statement, but I just can't use any of the sprays.  Not even the natural kind.

We are having particularly outrageous mosquitoes this year, as I think much of the east coast is, and I am shocked that during the day, in broad sunlight, I am slapping mosquitoes.  That's something I don't think I've ever done.  It's so unpleasant, we aren't eating supper outside, which we usually do all summer.

There are even mosquitoes coming in the house.  I'm slapping them at all hours.

But these sprays and their fake smells are just too much for me. All the poison.  The residue.  The stink in the clothing that never comes out.  I can't do it.

I hope the robber will come back tomorrow and take it away.  Maybe I'll leave the door open, just in case.

Linking here:

No comments:

Post a Comment

I love comments almost as much as I love summer. I reply to all comments except those ridiculous anonymous comments offering me dirty deeds and real estate. When you leave your comment, please make sure your own settings will allow me to reply to you. Nothing makes me sadder than replying to your comments and then realizing it’s going to the no-reply@blogger address!