Summer is that time of year when I open my home unwittingly to all kinds of unwelcome guests. No, I'm not talking about my kids' friends; I'm talking about bugs. Lots of bugs. Squishy bugs, flying bugs, crunchy bugs, angry bugs, bugs with agendas.
Chances are, at least one house in your 'hood is being treated for termites right now. And despite the festive clown-and-circus themed tent, the chemicals that go into the fumigation process simply aren't funny.
I am not afraid of much. I have hiked through the Andes and the Himalayas, zip-lined through a Mexican jungle, driven on motorcycles far too fast. I have given birth to three children and beaten off two separate muggers intent on grabbing my purse.
If you live in Florida or in the Southeast, you are currently being inundated by swarms of lovebugs flying around your vehicle. You may be thinking, "Do these critters have a death wish?" Well, there is a reason for everything.
The brown marmorated stink bug, accidentally introduced to North America a decade ago, has spread like wildfire, becoming a new agricultural pest and invading people's homes, where they spend the winter dormant.