I am incapable of hate, but can come pretty close.
Disliking something or someone immensely is probably the nearest I’ll get, but even that doesn’t last.
I have a temper, but learned a long time ago to keep it in check. Sure I can swear and shout as well as the next person, but at the end of the day it doesn’t solve anything.
What happened, happened. I can’t change it, I couldn’t prevent it, and I couldn’t stop it.
I was angry. Oh boy, was I.
Red rag to a bull (and yes, I am a Taurean) doesn’t even begin to cover it, but hey, we had to deal with the problem.
Some people might think we overreacted, took a sledgehammer to a walnut or a rifle to a fly, type of thing.
To backtrack a little.
The sofa bed was bought second hand when we moved in and a solution should we have visitors who wished to stay over. We had intended to replace the mattress (£100 or thereabouts) as the one inside was worn and marked, but it was clean, so I put a new duvet cover over it which smartened it up 1000%.
We had already replaced the cushions, and purchased a large throw over to go with our two easy chairs which are chocolate brown. It would have done us until we decided what kind of suite, if any, we would get.
We have sprayed, fogged, misted, sprinkled, debugged, hoovered endlessly and daily this week. We have planned accordingly and marked the diary for our next treatments over the coming months.
We have got rid of bedding, the throw-over and towels, some of which were new and included Maggie’s bed (she has a nice big new cushion now), the mattress and cover being tossed into the garden the day the soft upholstery was treated again.
My anger changed to annoyance within a few days.
Annoyance at the inconvenience, annoyance at the attitude (it was seen as amusing and my exact response was ‘It’s a pain in the f*****g arse!), annoyance at the disrespect to us and our home, and annoyance at an added expense that we didn’t really need.
Anyway, we decided we’d spend no more good money on it, taking it outside to dismantle and remove the metal framework, then buried the hatchet by taking a saw to it.
We are so glad we did.
There were a number of unhatched eggs inside the wooden frame, plus shed castings on the upholstery and also the duvet cover on the mattress when we went to bag it up.
I cringe just thinking about it.
The little sods had had a week to start their cycle before we discovered them, though I am thankful that I’d hoovered the house twice every day for the duration of our visitors’ stay. It may have helped contain a problem we didn’t know we had at the time.
We’ve done yet another load of clothes washing and had showers again after our work outside.
I’ve reorganised the lounge and hoovered every square inch of carpet. We are in no hurry to get a suite, there are no soft furnishings in here now, and everything is open. The wooden framework has been burnt, and the rest of the offending article, with any free loaders, is down the tip. The car has been sprayed, though we were careful to put everything in bags and seal them first.
My annoyance changed to resignation as to what had to be done and the sooner the better.
Hubby is still fuming, but together we are getting it sorted, just as we always do. We have checked Maggie again and will continue to do so daily. She is still clear.
Now I am indifferent, and from me, that is worse than thinking about someone one way or the other.