I want the biggest, badest, ugliest, most toxic chemical known to man kind and I want to sprayed in around and over my house, NOW!
I am usually a live and let live kind of person, even when it comes to bugs. I knew moving to ‘the country’, to a property that is surrounded by grass and trees and live stock rather than roads, houses and concrete, would mean welcoming a few new bugs into our lives. I can cope with that.
The first year up here I was all ready and willing to learn to live with the bugs. The flies were a pain but no big deal. The Earwigs, slightly more annoying when they ate every new shoot in the vegie garden and turned up in odd places inside but still manageable. Then the millipedes arrived.
I was amazed at how many there were both inside and outside, we mused that it must have been an especially good year for millipedes and worked on embracing the farm life – millipede’s and all. The second year on the farm we realised that there was a definite ‘millipede season’ and that each year we’d have to cope with these evil little creepy crawlies… Can you see how I went from ‘all part of the country life’ to ‘burn the suckers’ in one short year? Well it’s year three now and I am well and truly over the revolting little buggers!
Last year I had several run ins with them while in bed and that was enough to turn me against them for life. With the early onset of the cold wet weather this past week our house as been besieged yet again and when I found half a millipede in Muski’s mouth that was it! I am on the war path!
Normally we try to keep the number of nasty chemicals in our house down to a bare minimum. We are a long way from chemical free – I still wash my hair with cheap products that I know contain nasty stuff (thanks to Dee this will be a thing of the past soon I hope) and do all kinds of other chemical laden things, but I’d rather not be covering my off spring in too much of a toxic cocktail if I can help it. But I can’t help it, seriously I can’t.
Last night I got out the vac and sucked up every little many legged demon (why are they called millipedes anyway? not like they have a million legs!) I could find, then I surface sprayed every possible way into our house. Around the door frames and door steps, the little wall vent things, a few large cracks in the floor boards and one hole in the floor in the bath room (this is an old house ok, the floor has a few holes, it’s normal!). I felt vindicated – the house was millipede free, the smallest child could crawl around the floor and only find old hair elastics and yesterdays toast crusts to ingest.
It didn’t last. The Baldy Boy and I say watching a movie an hour or so later and we began counting the millipedes that we could see crawling around various surfaces in the lounge room. Twelve. Twelve! In just one room, rest assured they were also creeping back into every other room in the house. Obviously they are immune to surface spray, or they are getting in some magical way that I haven’t figured out yet.
There has to be a way to deter the little suckers, or some nice non toxic trap we can set to attract, catch and dispose off them (oh how I love to burn a collection of writhing black millipedes in the fire – does that paint me in a bad light?). Surely one of my supremely intelligent readers will have an answer for me! I live in hope.