Bugs!

NO! Not the rabbit!

I mean real live bugs, all over my house.

Don't they know we're moving? Don't they know that we don't really own this house anymore? (ok, so technically until closing I suppose we do)

It started with the ants. Our present house is rather old, about 80-90 years and pretty much since we moved here, every year we've had to get John the bug guy to come take care of them. He's a good guy. We usually just pay once and he'll keep coming back all summer to check on things, or if I call. (That's Tri-City pest control in Brantford, if anyone's needing such services)

So as usual, the ants creep in once the weather gets warm. Oh, but wait, first I have to tell you about the hot tub. Of course, it broke. Two weeks after we sold the house. Over 700$ to fix it and we HAVE to fix it because everything has to be working when we hand the key over!!!
So back to the bugs. Ants. In the bathroom. The bathroom, you say? Why are ants in the bathroom? Because my kids go in and wash their hands. But before their grubby little hands get under the water, the crumbs fall off on the floor. Ant buffet. Grrrrrrrrrr!!

We get home last night from being away pretty much all day. While we were gone, The Dog, usually a passive, lazy, somewhat dense large beast, decided to see if there was any fruit in the fruit bowl he could help himself too. Of course in the process, he pulled the GLASS fruitbowl on the floor where it smashed into a gazillion pieces. Fortunately, his widdow paws were ok. But something that was in the fruit bowl attracted some honey ants. (What the heck are honey ants? I found out a year or two ago, when I opened my baking goods/cereal cupboard and found these miniscule ants crawling ALL over and INSIDE various food stuffs---gives me the grody shivers just thinking about it) To top it off, as I'm picking up the remains of what was in the fruit bowl, one of those huge centipede like critters scurries out and hides under a bench in our kitchen. Which is under the kitchen window. Where on the window sill there sits some other huge black flying insect that I really couldn't identify.

!!!!!

After we swept and vacumed up all the glass and itsy-bitsy ants, I cleaned up the kitchen good. Sprayed some Raid around. Hope I don't have to call John the bug guy AGAIN
Then the final straw; I went down to put some laundry on. Between packing and exchanging winter for summer clothes (always a process that take way longer than I anticipate) I'm way behind on my laundry (yeah, who's not). I'm pulling clothes from a pile on the floor and what do I find? Among the clothes?

Oh yes. Ants.

So I pull all the clothes in that vicinity into a basket, take them outside and shake them all off. Now my arm's sore.

Can I hear the violins? Thank you.

BIG TEETH!!!

Thanks, Auntie Lauwen.

Rights?

I suppose this belongs on my Jairus blog, but I'm still trying to get his main story down before I start recent stuff.

I'm a little perplexed about a situation I've just learned about. I don't think I'll get into details, but, Jairus had a little bit of surgery a few weeks ago. Nothing serious--he had some cavities and with his mouth and jaw issues, the dentist decided to take care of them at Mac under general anesthesia. To my knowledge, everything went fine and he came through it no problems. This was his fourth surgery.

I learned yesterday, through a reliable source that I won't name, that the surgery wasn't as cut and dried as I was told. In fact, there was actually a need to quickly and unexpectedly call in a specialist to aid in part of the procedure. I was not told any of this when the dentist came out to tell me how it all went.

And so now I'm...disturbed. I want to know what caused the problem in the first place. I want to know if this problem has been encountered during his other surgeries. I want to talk to this specialist and get more details about what happened. But I didn't learn of what happened from the dentist. In fact I'm pretty sure he didn't want me to know.

Is that right? Should this be happening in our country?

Now I wonder what else has happened throughout our 5 years in close contact with the medical establishment. I do remember being a little surprised at how many things were done to Jairus in the NICU that we weren't told about, but found out because we happened to be there when he was being checked on, or read in his chart and asked the nurse about it.

Humho. I don't know what to do. I'm trying to think of who I could talk to about this without getting the dentist, or the person who told me what happened, in trouble.

Any ideas?