Given our new pets that our neighbour inadvertently gave us, I was forced to put my wifes plant unit together before it was ready to be assembled. With pest control people steaming and spraying their choice around the place to kill these almost indestructible little buggers, I didnt think having its parts stored all over the place was a good idea, so the night before their first treatment, I rattled the thing together with the parts I had.
As an aside, these damned bedbugs are killing us. We spent two months with everything we owned packed achoice in sealed bags and boxes while we went through three treatments of steam and spray. The steam kills the shitty little things and the spray contains any new bugs that hatch. The first treatment saw dozens drop like flies, resulting in only three being found at the beginning of the second treatment. At the start of the third, the exterminator only found one. We figured we had it beat, so he told us to unpack everything. It was like Christmas came a week early around here.
To make sure we had gotten rid of them, I had them do a "canine check". They arrived with a mutt that was taken from a pound in Florida and trained to search out bedbugs. Supposedly, it cant be sidetracked by flies, mosquitoes and spiders, and when he/she/it sniffs out a bedbug, it sits down and stares at the spot he smelled it in. Things went great at first. The trainer/exterminator let the dog out of its cage and off they went with the dog poking its nose here, there and everywhere. I was pleased to see it didnt stop anywhere, especially in my office and our bedroom. When it hit the last bedroom, however...it sniffed...it freaked...and it sat down and stared at the headboard. The trainer/exterminator tore the bed apart and came up with two, hopefully both males or both females. It looks like we still have them, so it looks like we will be having a few more rounds of treatments. Damn!
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