Gross Things

Today's' little adventure is sponsored by What The Hell? and Kill It! Kill It With Fire!

A couple of weeks ago I noticed Boyfriend and I were getting a few tiny beetles in our bedroom, I didn't think much of it, until I noticed that there were more and more and more of them every day.
I pointed them out the Boyfriend and he said:
"Ok, this weekend we'll strip everything out of the room and clean and vacuum everywhere."

He. Wasn't. Kidding.

We emptied the wardrobes (which go the full length of the room) and vacuumed them out. We emptied our chest of drawers and moved them so we could vacuum behind them and under them. We emptied the Ottoman (thing we keep all the spare bedding in) and vacuumed it and under it. We emptied our bedside tables, moved them and vacuumed behind and under them.

We moved the fucking bed, this was a clean-up of nuclear waste proportions.

As a side note, everything on Boyfriends side i.e. carpet, bed, his furniture, was way dirtier than mine and he tells everyone that I'm the grubby one? Don't think so!

The mortifying bit and I mean mortifying, said in a fake Dracula voice and everything, was when we found out where the beetles were coming from.

We have a dog (Henceforth known as Dog) and when you give him treats he hides them, he doesn't eat them, he wanders around the house crying his little heart out trying to find somewhere safe to store them (usually the middle of the floor).

However long ago, Dog must have been given a really big chew as a treat and decided to hide it up the corner of Boyfriend's side of the bed, to the side of his bedside table. Where eventually it got covered up by Boyfriend's Loaded mags (no, I won't take that bit of information down Boyfriend). Where it got forgotten by everyone, Dog included.

When Boyfriend moved the magazines I heard this:
"Oh. Fuck. Err, Steph I know where the beetles have come from."

I go over to look, and there's this chew- crawling, no- crawling, with beetles, there were hundreds of them, they'd eaten holes through it, so it looked like it had been a victim in a really tiny drive-by. They were all over the carpet and they'd invited some silverfish to the party as well.
It was awful! I feel like a veteran of a really weird war.

So yes! That's how I spent my Saturday, and if you'll excuse me, I have to go burn my skin off.

But before I do, look at all the crap we threw out today;