Having already had hers, Viola gobbles down Tessa’s breakfast because some tuxie girl decided today’s the day for sleeping late! You snooze, you lose around here.
What we see here isn’t Quint on a leisurely stroll or heading toward something that peaked his interest, perhaps Pia eating ants or Tessa glaring at Viola as she rips up a chair cover. No, Quint is practicing the fine art of Skedaddling, of departing the area quickly. Today, our 5 month old washer is being fixed at long last. Quint’s not fond of workers in the house. He’s got better places to be and who could blame him? Workers are noisy.
Now, about that washer, we’ve decided to cut our losses. Somehow, after owning it just 4 months and about a dozen very light wash loads, its transmission mother board and switch mechanism deep inside under the drum broke. We are done with things breaking around here. We’re done with replacing things that seem to be worse quality than ever before. So, we’re going to sell this washer at a loss and will look for something different, something that doesn’t involve use of a 5 gallon bucket and a clothes plunger.
The washer was new and had both a 1 year warranty from Whirlpool and an additional 5 year warranty Mom insisted upon. It was purchased from a very reputable appliance store who, while advertising the Best Service and the Best People, were willing to work with us on getting it fixed after three very, very long weeks of daily hand laundry, is not willing to entertain the idea that this washer may be a lemon and perhaps they should swap it with a different one or even take it back. They’re calling it Buyer’s Remorse. Hmm, maybe. Or maybe this washer is just crap?
We are not entertaining the outside possibility that once fixed, this washer will run and run and run perfectly and beautifully over the next 37 and a half years without a peep of trouble. It’s noisy and clangs horribly upon start and stop and spins off in its own world with just 9 articles of light clothing inside which includes 4 sock-lettes. No, let someone else enjoy that possibility. We’re done and we won’t miss it.
After it’s fixed today, the plan is to sell it at a deep discount. We’re placing an order for a sturdy Speed Queen washer this time around, it being Mom’s original choice before she got a veto from Dad and the cats who all for some reason, love Whirlpool appliances.
What? Don’t your cats have voting rights in your house? Try telling that to Quint, who also insists on a clean, fluffy, freshly warmed fort blanket to hide in. You’re gonna tell him no? Yeah, good luck with that!
Well, the ants have returned and Anteater Pia is pleased. Two weeks ago, Mom swapped out all the ant bait traps and yet, here we are, embarking on the 2025 Winter Ant Tour that promises to never end. We feel so defeated over this constant, season-by-season ant invasion. Every time our neighbor has his house sprayed, a week later, we get house ants. Terro traps “help” but we’re not sure if they aren’t attracting more than killing. And Pia LOVES to eat ants which are either covered in neighbor pest control spray or already ingested our Terro ant bait.
Over the past three years, Mom has caulked moulding trims and baseboards to walls and baseboards to the floor throughout the entire house in hopes of deterring the ants. The problem here is we have a laminate floor, a floating floor it’s called, meaning it gives when walked on and so, that caulking from baseboard to floor is constantly cracking, exposing spaces for the ants to find their way in.
To remove all the baseboards throughout the house and permanently seal the space clearly exposed between the house and the environment, is completely cost prohibitive, as would be having our house sprayed every month. Plus, we do not want the cats exposed to pest spray, and our neighbor seems to complain a lot about his spraying never really gets rid of all their bugs. Hmm, is monthly pest spraying a scam? Shouldn’t it only need to be done once and it’s over?
We’ve sprinkled ant powder in all the under house vents before putting vent covers on and we have no way to get under the house to do anything more. Mom says it gives her the creeps to think behind the drywall, ants are probably crawling on and up all the 2×4 studs, looking for small cracks to squeeze through. How much more caulking can Mom possibly do? Perhaps a better question might be, how much more is Mom expected to spend on Terro ant bait traps, ant powder, and caulking?
Expect Pia to feel under the weather with a belly full of ants sometime next week. Mom and her eagle eyes can’t be here 24/7 to find them first. In the meantime, our anteater’s got her eyes peeled.