This is a termite:
This is your house on termites:
I tell ya–I just want to live in the shower. After seeing all those little winged devils en masse like that last week, I spent quite a bit of time with my skin crawling and my head itching. Nothing like bugs to give ya the all-over shudders.
There is good news: Out of a 2500 sq. ft. house, only a 6×10′ segment appears to be damaged. At least as far as the professionals can tell.
According to the exterminator, last year’s hot weather and this year’s warm winter along with the recent rains made conditions prime for the evil little beasties. The bug blasters pulled out their arsenal and battered our house with what I hope will keep it safe from another attack for a long time.
Since neither of us qualify as Bob Villa–or even Tim Allen–we have to hire someone to repair the damage and fix the entire entryway wall so it has a uniform appearance. It isn’t that big of an area and probably won’t take long to repair, but I’ve got to tell you, I dread having strangers in the house while I’m trying to work. I have the sneaky suspicion I’ll be logging in a lot of hours of solitaire until I can concentrate again.
More good news, though: Our home went unscathed by last night’s severe storms. High winds and electrically-charged air didn’t affect either home or lawn, and as far as I can tell in the early dawn, all our trees are still standing.
God is definitely good. But when I get to heaven, I’m going to ask if termites were really necessary . . .