kit (mizkit) wrote,
kit
mizkit

ugh.

For reasons not entirely clear to us, though the landlords had kept the recycling and trash bins in front of the house, the compost bin was in the back garden. Today is compost-collection day, so last night Ted brought the bin in through the kitchen (the only way it can be brought in) out to the front.

In the brief time it took to do that, one jillion fruit flies swarmed out of it.

We set out hole-punctured plastic-wrap-covered jars of cider vinegar, which got most of the little fuckers, but there are still enough to make me shudder. Hopefully a few days of vinegar-jars will get rid of all of them. *shudders more*

Also, I appear to have athlete’s foot (& have had for some months now) which has not been killed by the applications of tea tree oil, and as a rule all the other homeopathic cures involve sitting around lollygagging with feet soaking in vinegar or bleach or whatever for 20 minutes at a time twice a day. *snort* Yeah, right. But I’m loathe to use topical ointments while breastfeeding (or while pregnant, which is why I’m still infested). Argh.

This morning’s post brought to you by mildly gross things, apparently. :p

(x-posted from the essential kit)
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