Building Cathedrals
Once every year, my husband leaves for a week-long theology course and week of fellowship with other great Catholic men. That one week a year, and only that week, I am guaranteed some exciting new pest or rodent infestation. Two courses ago the mice moved in and set up shop for a year and a half.
This year it’s yellow jackets swarming my kitchen. Since yesterday evening, the bee body count has reached approximately 30. My husband’s leather sandal is my reliable killing instrument. I’ll let you know how high the death toll climbs before the exterminator arrives (before the end of the workday and start of the weekend, please God). So far, homespun caulking and spraying remedies have failed. I hope the Orkin Man has some extraordinary tricks up his sleeve. Thank God for professionals, seriously… I’m a do-it-yourself type, but when it comes time to raise the white flag, thank God for professionals.
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