Ok, so, things are better. Exterminators and a cleaning crew have been in, and most of the bugs are dead. Centipedes and spiders started coming out as soon as the ants were gone, and while we’re seeing fewer spiders, the centipedes are more of an issue. They seem to be mostly in the basement now, but I’ve been seeing little baby ones on the main floors too. I have what might be described (by Lily) as a serious bug phobia, so while this is admittedly better, it’s still not good. I doubt I could ever live here comfortably, but it’s doable for now, and it’s definitely our best option. I’ve been semi obsessively cleaning, in an effort to keep bugs at bay. But it’s a 1500 square foot house, and I’m only one person with very little energy and a lot of important things that I’m supposed to be doing, so it always feels like a losing battle, even though I know it’s not, really. We even managed to solve the air conditioning problem, sort of, although we ended up having to pay to get one of ours out of storage.
We are actively looking for a new place, to take residence as soon as possible. Lily is primarily in charge of this, and has been working very hard. So, that’s good too. On days when I’ve killed fewer than three bugs, I can think about how this is actually a very nice house. The previous owners made some very nice renovations before selling it to the current owner. There are a couple of points about the house and the grounds that are serious drawbacks, but the yard is gorgeous, and the whole house could be gorgeous if it was just taken care of well. Lily asked me once what I would do if it were my house. I told her I would raze it. My second answer was that I would sell it or rent it out. The basement could be converted into it’s own apartment, and the upstairs rooms could even be rented out if a second floor was to much for whoever was renting the main floor. I can see potential in the place. Tons of it. But I still wouldn’t want to stay here, even though it’s a million times better than it was.