I sat in the living room watching my pet jumping up in the air.
I yelled out plus told my child to quit picking on the pet, even though she was just coming down the steps.
After getting up, I headed out to the entryway to see why the pet was jumping so wildly. Ask me what grosses me out more than anything else? It’s bugs in my house. There were bugs flying out of the air vent, plus my pet was jumping up to catch plus eat them. I chased the pet out to her fenced-in play area, plus called the heating and air conditioning dealer plus an exterminator. I wanted to get rid of the bugs that were in my house. I didn’t care what they were, or how they got there; bugs did not belong in my house. An hour later, the exterminator called plus told me she could be at the house the next day. In the meantime, since I don’t need an air conditioner right now, I should put something over the air vents to keep more bugs from coming out. Ten minutes after I hung up, the heating and air conditioning dealer called back. I told them about the bugs in the air vent, my pet jumping up to eat them, plus how I called the exterminator. I wanted them to know the bugs would be taken care of in the day, although I needed my HVAC duct cleaned, repaired, plus sanitized. They sent an actual heating and air conditioning crew to the house the following week, when the exterminator determined all the bugs were dead. I never once asked what kind of bugs they were, as long as they were dead bugs.