Thursday, February 28, 2008


So we knew last summer/fall that we had a yellowjacket/wasp nest under our trailer. We set out traps around the place they were exiting from, and caught a few hundred. Seems we had forgotten we had a problem. Well lately we have had a problem with yellowjackets showing up IN THE HOUSE. Specifically the bedroom, on husbands side of the bed. Usually one arrives, and within a couple of hours a second one will show up, making a beeline (hehehe) to the bathroom, crawling along the floor.
This morning was a little different.
I woke up about an hour early and went to the bathroom. This is pretty normal, I regularly have to get up about once a night. I came back and talked a little with hubby who was awake. I heard a 'buzz, buzz' from his side of the bed. I kind of sighed and said, so they are already up and about, hmm? Hubby agreed. I went and put my glasses on because I didn't feel like putting in my contacts yet. I came back and looked for the bugger. I couldn't find it. I put my contacts in and kept looking and hubby finally admitted that he had been stung at least twice and had swept the wasp to my sewing desk. I looked around my desk and still couldn't see it. I decided to go turn on the computer to find out what I could about wasp stings. This comp takes quite some time to boot, being an older computer. I headed back to the bedroom to talk with DH, and rub his feet a little. I headed back to the living room comp a few minutes later. I was standing outside the bathroom when I reached up my left hand to brush some hair off my forehead.
OUCH! Hey that hurt! Damn, I bet that was the wasp. It was. It was on my shirt in my armpit/boob area. I had been stung on my inner forearm. I violently shook my shirt, trying to get it off such a sensitive area in case it stung again. Spent a moment or two tweaking out, until I saw the bugger climbing the door frame of the back door. I managed to kill it and rinse it down the drain. I went back to the comp and looked it up, ice and cold water would help with the pain. Nothing to remove the toxin though.
Hubby got up and got in the shower since he couldn't sleep any longer.
Our day progressed normally after that.
So any suggesting on trying to remove the nest that is inside the skirting/under the trailer? And somehow finding their way into the bedroom?
Hubby says we need to pull everything from the bedroom, steam clean the floors, including the closet, and take out the built in drawers to find the entrance they are using. Man that sounds like a lot of work. I think I have mentioned that our bed is really high up? The mattress hits me mid chest. Thus we have a lot of stuff storage under the bed, with no place to put the stuff that is stored there.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Projects Pictures Post

Everybody seemed to like the projects I have been working on, so I thought I would show some more.
Here is the sock I have started, this is the first sock I have ever knit, so far it is coming along ok. I am to the gusset, and I am kind of scared to move on from there. I plan to take it to my quilting meeting, where I can get help from an experienced sock knitter.

This is a washcloth I made recently, isn't the owl beautiful? He is going to be sent to my dad.

Two pics of another washcloth, this time in 'Praying Hands'.

Last two pics of washcloth 'Baby feet'.

Both the praying hands and baby feet washcloths will be up in my Etsy Store here soon,
For now, go get one of my afghans I have up for sale.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Humpty Dumpty Fell

Remember how we kept getting snow, snow and more snow?

This one was from a while ago, say December.
This is more recent and is what our plowed pile pretty much looks like. Though this is in front of the neighbors.

This is in the neighbors yard. I know it is a crappy picture, but it is the best I could do at 3 am. That snow fort is awesome!
Here is another shot of it. Soooo fun.
These were taken about a week ago.
On to the story.
Well, throughout this entire winter, I have managed to not fall even once. That all changed last night. Over this last weekend the snow started to finally melt. I know many places it won't start to melt for some time, but this is about the time our precipitation turns into rain instead of snow. So, things warmed up this weekend and have been melting the last several days. We still have mounds from the plows, but I can see grass under my tree, where not as much snow accumulates.
Wednesday morning is our trash day. DH works swing shift, so he got home at about 12:30 am on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. We usually stay up until 3-4 am, taking the trash out before we go to bed. Only we have forgotten to take the trash out the last two weeks, the trash can is full, and I have a large black forceflex bag full of trash. I also have a Netflix to send out. So when Humpty Dumpty(me) fell down and went boom I had the big trash bag in my right hand and the Netflix in my left. OUCH!! I had hit an area that had been draining the melted snow from our yard, right across the end of our steps, where it turns to concrete. With the recent temp drop it had frozen and I hadn't seen it. I landed on with my back and shoulder on the steps I had just come down. I lay there for a few minutes, long enough to get my pants wet, before I managed to get back up, and go down the last concrete step before our parking area, and out to the mailbox. WHAM!! I went down again. On that last concrete step. More frozen drainage from our yard. This time I yelled really loud. No response from inside. I yelled again, same thing. I gave it a minute for the pain to subside before I tried hollering for DH a few times, no response. I laid their longer than I had the previous step, soaking my pants further, until it was my freezing wet pants that got me up off the ground. I managed to hobble to the end of the parking space, deposit the trash bag and cross the street to the mail boxes. I hobbled back, and made it inside, sobbing all the way. Partly the pain, partly because DH hadn't come out to help me. He heard me come in, sobbing, and sprinted down the hallway to me. Don't know why I was still crying so much, but I managed to tell him I had fallen twice, and to please finish taking out the trash. He was getting ready for bed, so he got redressed, but didn't put his shoes or socks on. He told me later he has never had problems when in bare feet and walking on ice or snow or even mud. Slipping yes, but no falling.
He was taking the trash can out, I was hobbling around, taking off my soaked pants, and getting my shoes off when I heard him crash. I was hobbling to bad to go out and help him and I was indecent as well. I talked to him through the screen and he got up and said he was fine. I had warned him about both icy patches, but he hadn't seen the second one. Which was basically totally clear ice, on the roads they call it black ice because that is the color of the road.
I ended up a little bruised on my back and sore with a twisted right ankle. He had scraped his left bare foot on the concrete, and managed to make it bleed. I managed to bandaid him up, take some Calendula (anti-inflammatory that works wonders), some painkiller and wrap my ankle before we went to bed. I have been babying the ankle all day, and I'll probably have to wrap it again tonight.
Tomorrow, I plan to post pictures of what I have been working on lately. I've got socks, washcloths, and afghans to show you.
One more picture of snow, just for fun.
This is the friends car that is parked in out parking spot, it hasn't moved since it was parked, but it gets whatever sun is out so it melts more than other spots. This is a view at the drivers side window, all that snow is on the windshield. It is hard to find things to contrast the snow against to see how much we actually had, so this is a good view.

P.S. I now have two afghans for sale in my Etsy shop. Go check it out. I'll have washcloths up on it soon.