It’s spring in CT, and I already have woodpeckers, wasps and some sort of woodland critter who has set up a pied-à-terre in my attic.
That’s what I get, I suppose, for living on Bugg Hill Road.
It’s a good thing I have a great pest control guy, too. (Yes, he uses live traps.) And every time I see this slogan on the back of his truck, I smile.