We're having a millipede invasion. Sometime during our four months in the States, they must have figured that no one else was living in our house, so they might as well move in.
Now it's a battle to the death for territory: Them or Us.
This is a public warning to the millipedes: This is not the first invasion we've conquered.
There was the invasion of the cockroaches, which resided in my kitchen for years (yes, years). They travel in on bananas. I had to shake them out of the toaster and regularly re-wash my dishes in my cupboards. I got really good at smashing cockroaches with my bare hands. Finally Amazon.com found us a poison that worked and they are gone for good.
There were also the centipedes, which are nasty, nasty creatures with a nasty, nasty sting. I found one once in Josiah's bed when I was changing the sheets [shiver]. And two guests have been stung by them in bed in our house [we know how to treat our guests well]. But luckily my friend Permethrin, when sprayed on the baseboards, kills the centipedes on contact. So we still see them, but they are always very satisfyingly dead.
Then there was the invasion of the ticks which also lasted for years (yes, years). We tried everything to get rid of them: Frontline, Advantix, drops, powders, and some sort of very scary pesticide that temporarily killed the ticks but also made the dogs throw up.
Our poor dogs were relegated to staying outside all of the time. I let our Jack Russell in the house only at night, and only in the laundry room, and still had to pick off at least 25 ticks from her small body every. single. night.
Yet still we found ticks everywhere in the house, including in my children's beds. I cursed the ticks. I threatened to get rid of the dogs. I despaired of life itself. And then a year ago, a friend of a friend (who is a vet) sent us magical doggie pills that killed all the ticks in 24 hours and they've never come back since. That vet saved my sanity and if I had another child or another dog, I would name it after him.
(Well, then of course, there's the ants. I'll call that one a draw. I kill them when they are in my way, but mostly, we peacefully co-exist.)
So now we have a millipede invasion.
They turn up in odd places like on a wooden spoon in the kitchen and curled up under the towels. They get squashed in the door jams and hang onto our mosquito nets. Gil and I have found them on several occasions in our bed. Johnny woke up Josiah the other night because one was crawling on his hand. Last week, Lily tried to knock one off her mosquito net and instead knocked the net into the overhead fan, tearing a large hole in the net and making a dreadful noise. Lily is now totally freaked out and insists I check her bed before she goes to sleep (ironically, she wasn't even this freaked out when she found a snake in her bed).
They seem impervious to permethrin. We plug the bathtub when we're not using it and Gil has taped up the floor-drains, but still they are coming in from somewhere. They are not dangerous, thankfully, just gross. I can't bring myself to smash them so I just flush them, alive, down the toilet. Our kids earn allowance money for each one they flush.
We haven't a clue as to how to get rid of them.
But we will.
Oh, we will. Like I said, this ain't our first battle.