A coupla weeks ago, when I was visiting Rose, she questioned, “Did ya see my frass?”
I answered, “Say whaty what?”
She explained, “Frass is what termite poop is called.”
Well, I never knew that!!
But, of course, just ’cause I didn’t know its proper name, didn’t mean I didn’t have any!! (Wait, how many negatives was that??)
So, I came home, and spotted this.
I asked the termite guy, when he was across the street, the other day about tenting. And he confirmed my suspicions. “Yeah, when one person tents, the swarm just goes next door. Everything inside the tent is dead, but that doesn’t guarantee they won’t come back.” !!!!!
Why would I pay $800 for a bug treatment that only lasts as long as the poison cloud???
No, thanks! Okay, rant over, back to the regularly scheduled frass pile.
Instead of just shaking my head, and walking away, I swept it up! I really am proud of myself, the way I’m starting to actually do something about messes, instead of pretending they don’t exist!
But don’t worry, there’ll be more tomorrow. sigh
How do I know?? I found their hidey holes!!
Who’s up for lending me 800 bucks??