As if the barely controlled ant and earwig problem weren't bad enough (Steve opened the keypad to the garage door, and two large earwigs fell out), we also have silverfish. No picture this time, they don't look all that different from earwigs except they are smaller and don't have the pincers on their butt. Something tells me I'm going to become an OCD cleaner just to make sure they are under control. I never thought I'd say this, but I almost can't wait until wintertime when they die off. It's bad enough that I have insomnia, but now I have the added joy of my skin crawling just thinking about what might be hiding in my laundry pile or under the bath mat. Methinks I need a good combo of Borax and/or diotomaceous earth to control the buggers.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to continue to brush imaginary (I hope) bugs off my skin. Gah.