Ibis has torn apart the kitchen and is killing everything that moves. I found several nests *shudders* in various drawers and cupboards, so he's got his work cut out for him.
I've declared that I am finished dealing with these things, but we'll see how long that lasts. If one jumps out in front of me, I'm obviously not going to let it have the run of the house. Oh, and I need to clarify something from yesterday's post: the biggun I flung off the deck was closer to three inches long, not two.
At the moment, all the drawers and shelves have been removed, and the contents of the kitchen are in the living room. I hear banging, but every time I go in there he tells me he'll call if he needs something. As long as I don't hear a death scream, I suppose I'll let him be.
Thanks for all your well-wishes. I am feeling better today.
ETA: I'm in clean-up mode and had to share something. Before Ibis left I drilled him to make sure he really did look everywhere for bugs. (I found an ant nest since he left.) Our kitchen rug is in a bucket of water, so I asked if there were any cockroaches in it.
"Yeah, but he should be dead."
Should be? Ack. As soon as the water comes back fully (oh yeah, water ran out when I started to clean) I'll tackle the bucket. Joy.