We're back from camping and I'd like to thank you all for coming back here after my 5 day hiatus. I had honestly planned to blog from the road but believe it or not there is no cell signal in the back woods of Maine. Who knew?
I would also like to thank everyone who responded to last week's anxiety-ridden apocalyptic rant. I can't tell you how much it means to me that people I've never met take time out of their lives to not only read what I write - but lend support when I so obviously need it.
I tend to be an "It's Gonna Be A Great Day!" person more than a "Terrible, Horrible, No good, Very Bad Day" sort of person but we all have our moments and knowing that you're out there helps.
So what brought me down? Well, last week's panic attack was brought on by a bug. What sort of bug? you ask. GREAT QUESTION. When I wrote last week's post, I feared the worst - bed bugs! You see, we have this family house - aka ramshackle cottage - in a gorgeous location - that costs more than you can imagine considering it was theoretically free.
We rent this house out for a couple of weeks to earn enough money to keep patching the roof and replacing the screen door that gets blown off every summer - true story.
Last week we rented the house to this older couple that lives around the corner. They have 4 children who are scattered around the country and this was their chance to bring everyone together at the beach. We were psyched because these are just the kind of people you want - nice people who come back every year.
Except that when they left we found the bugs.
They were crawling all over one of the beds.
And during my last post I was TERRIFIED that they were bed bugs and that they had infested our beloved money pit AND had snuck into my suitcase and were spreading throughout my "real home" while I was typing. Do you know how much it costs to get rid of bedbugs? THOUSANDS.
So I got up the next morning and drove into the woods with a PIT in my stomach.
My sister, on the other hand, got up and grabbed a piece of scotch tape and went to the house and stuck a couple of them and brought them to an exterminator and he said:
"GREAT NEWS! You don't have bedbugs! You have CRABS!"
"Don't sleep in the bed and they'll be dead in 48 hours."
And when she texted me, it was seriously the best news EVER!
UPDATE: In case ANYONE misunderstands - I DONT actually have crabs ON MY BODY - they're just in one of the beds in my house. And they're dead now. Please don't go around telling people I have crabs or I'll never find a roommate for Blogher.