It is with much sadness, trepidation, fear, anger and a slew of other emotions that cannot be dictated here that I enter a new project here at the homestead. Homestead? Sounds like I have acres of lush farmland and a few dozen head of cattle. No, I have a house on a standard lot and a few hundred head of termites.
Termites are found in every region of the US, not just the South, so I can't really say this is a Southern problem. It's a problem, but just not something you find only in the South. Problem might be too light of a word, too. I mean, I cannot begin to tell you the emotions that come up while you are eating dinner and suddenly you're watching a swarm of termites head across your living room carpet. Two hours later, you've vacuumed up all the little *&^%*! and now it's time to get to the truth. Just how long have these little *&^%*! been munching on the underside of my house?
This explains the Walter White-ish get up you see me wearing above. As much as I hate going under the house, I must go spelunking in search of bugs. And while I'm at it, I'll be spreading the good cheer that is Boric Acid and termite bug killer.
In a couple of weeks, I'll be tearing apart my house to take out the termite hollowed wood. You can just read how excited I am to be doing that! In fact, you'll probably see it posted here...
So, keep coming back. Cry along with Marv and follow my fun adventures.