Revenge of the Bugs

Last evening, Sunday, Sherrie pulled a box of milk from a plastic bag. This was not a magic trick, milk comes in boxes and you store them on a shelf, or in this case, in a bag because we're not yet ready to put things on the shelves; bugs, you know. Anyway, she pulled out the box and then there was a loud shudder from the kitchen that I heard back in the bedroom. It seems a group of insurgents had infiltrated the bag and pretty much surrounded the milk carton and the surrounding vicinity.

On the floor by all the water bottles is where the bag was.

This is a one liter box of milk not covered with bugs.

Our immediate response was measured, a small tactical strike with conventional weapons (a can of Raid), but we had the advantage of knowing what was planned for 8:30 Monday morning.

Monday morning (this morning) at about 9:30 (8:30 American time is about 9:30 or so Dominican time) we retaliated with a shock and awe campaign the Air Force would have been proud of. The bug guys came. Not only did we spray around all the baseboards, cabinets, windows and doors, but we also fogged. It was pretty impressive. We showed the head bug guy some of the remains from previous skirmishes, and he picked them up and bagged them for further analysis. Personally I think it was cockroach droppings, but he seemed to think perhaps something else. We all left the apartment and waited until the fog guy, his job completed, backed out of the front door and closed it. Then Sherrie and I went to work.

When we got home this afternoon we cautiously opened the door. I took point and entered first, searching for IUDs, WMDs, or anything else that might have been left behind. Surprisingly, we found nothing but the residue of this morning's raid. I'm calling it a success. 

So now we're involved in the clean-up operation: washing all the dishes again. With any luck we'll soon be able to load up the cupboards and finally put everything in order. But stay tuned; this is the Caribbean, after all.

Sherrie would like to express to our church leaders in Salt Lake the request that in the future, where possible, they avoid sending non-campers to third world countries. At least that's the mood today.