We have termites. At least I’m pretty sure we have termites.
It happened this morning. The kids were playing in the hall and I heard Olivia shout, “Mom, there’s are bug on the wall.” I didn’t think anything of it and replied, “Don’t worry, honey, it won’t hurt you,” and carried on. Then, a couple of minutes later, I heard another shout, “Mom, there are lots and lots of bugs.” She sounded quite scared.
I went into the hall and sure enough there was a big line of bugs up the wall. At first I thought it was flying ants (although I might just have been hoping they were). I knew there was a good chance they could be termites. I looked up the difference online and sure enough, they were termites.
I got a bit panicky. I know they can destroy a whole house if you let them. Worse of all, I knew it was going to be expensive. And it would be disruptive. We’d have to have the whole house fumigated. The whole tent thing.
By the time Jim got home I was in a bit of a state. I was on the verge of tears. But he calmed me down. And convinced me to have some wine! He rang up and ordered a termite inspection. They’ll be here tomorrow. I guess we’ll have a better idea then of how much it’s going to cost to get rid of the damn things.
And I’m worried about all the chemicals that will be injected into the house. It can’t be healthy for the kids.
OK, I’m freaking out again! I’ll just have to sleep on it and hope things don’t seem so bleak in the morning.
What’s that, Jim? More wine? Don’t mind if I do!