So, yesterday as Keith and I were headed out for a walk-and-shop, our neighbors asked, “So, didja hear we’re being tented and bombed Tuesday?”

Now, I’ve never done more than drive past a tented building, but I do understand that it means there are unwanted critters and they need to be poisoned. I giggled with glee over getting to be so close to such a thing (as Steve hauled firewood out of his $1.3M condo, rolling his eyes over the nuisance).

Clickee for biggee.
But then I gasped, “Oh no! What if all of the things they bomb come running over here and set up camp in *our* building?!?” To which Keith oh-so-patiently replied, “Honey, that’s WHY they tent the place FIRST.” “Oh. Okay,” I said.

So, I woke up this morning and the whole living room, dining room, kitchen, entry area was YELLOW. Hell, even Thwok was yellow!! (Or have my eyes just started seeing all things yellow and she’s normal? You tell me!) And now I’m wondering if I’ll start to see “normal” tomorrow… or if the poison will kick in just in time for yellow to feel like the new clear. Wheeeeeee!