Poison

Years ago I went in to a foreclosure in which there were multiple bug bombs sitting on the floor.  My nose was a bit stuffy, and all I smelled was mold.  Until I got to the last room, that was where I smelled the bug bombs. 

Since I could still smell it, that meant that it hadn’t been set too long ago.  And no one tagged the door like they were supposed to have done.  Because it was just a foreclosure, who cared, right?  I had some nerve damage from that which lasted months.  I couldn’t control my arm completely.  I was thankful that the damage was temporary and not life stopping.  I had to spend a bit of time in prayer to forgive the carelessness of whomever left poison shooting off in a house with no notice.

And, well, I’ve kind of had an issue with large amounts of poison in the air since that time.  That is something a person should have an issue with anyway!  But it equal parts makes me want twitch and lash out on my punching bag.

Sometimes though, there is a time and a reason for it.  Like today, when we spread poison in the basement.  We used plastic and taped off basement to first floor access.  And all living beings were either outside or sent to the second floor.

Tonight I am thankful that our bugapalooza in the basement should be over now.  I am thankful for chemical bombs when the natural control methods are failing.  And I am thankful everyone is still healthy and unpoisoned!