pest warfare

I have not been able to blog much as my camera has been a bit on the fritz, but I must mention my husbands war with pests. I have always secretly laughed at his determination when he fights bees every year. He attacks the bee hives with strategic tactics such as night attacks, bug sprays, and water hoses. I can not tell you how many times I have heard such commotion after these battles with yelling, hooting, and a bang of a falling ladder. Kevin usually ends up with a sting or two which he whines about for days. The bees have become a yearly event, but now, we have several other pests we have had to deal with. Two weeks ago, while Kevin was making popcorn, I heard a loud thug and a choice swear word from the kitchen. He informed me the next day that while he was rummaging in the cupboard for a bowl, a little mouse ran up his leg. He was quick to set up an arsenal of mousetraps throughout the house and started with bating them with peanut butter. This was NOT effective as these little critters were pretty good at eating the peanut butter without setting off the trap. Next he tried cheese, and after several nights this finally worked and he got one. Since we have not seen anymore, I believe that this may have been the only one, but Kevin was all puffed up about his victory. About a week ago, we found some ants on our living room floor ganging up on a Cheez-it crumb. I could see the look in Kevin's eye as if to say "You are messing with the wrong house, little ants" It was a little scary as he planned his attack on these tiny creatures. He tried a flying insect spray that we happen to have around, but that did not work. He then bought an ant spray and was so excited when he read the label that said it kept the ants away for up to two weeks. He studied the corner where they were coming in and began spraying like a mad man. After I cleared the kids out of the house for a while due to the toxic nature of the spray, Kevin very proudly informed me that he killed them all. I tried to act excited, but I couldn't help but wonder if I lacked the testosterone it took to find so much satisfaction in beating up on little creatures who were just trying to eat. Anyway, I am glad that they are gone, but I will leave these battles to my husband and I will continue to get a little giggle out of how serious he is about ridding the world of pests.