I hate this unseasonably warm weather in Sacramento. Why? Because the damn bugs are supposed to be gone by now. Instead they are still hovering around my porch light like they have all summer. Or better yet, they are clinging to the ceiling directly above me.
Now I won’t be able to sleep until I kill the mysterious green bug defying gravity above me. It would be nice to have the option to have someone else kill the bugs in my house…but such is my fate in life.
If I happen to stay out past the street lights coming on, I cringe in fear outside of my front door while trying to gauge the rhythm of the moths freaking out over my presence. I look like a damn fool squealing in fear trying to get inside my house without bringing a bug friend inside at the same time.