I think the universe has it in for my clothes. Skirts in particular. Just before we left to go out of town labor day weekend, Cameron sprayed the house for bugs. We had been having a problem with beetles and ants, but had seen a couple of cockroaches *shudder* too. There was a colony of ants living somewhere in the wall by our garage door and they were coming into the kitchen via a tiny hole at the base of the door so I told Cameron to make sure that he sprayed there, which he did. When we got home, 4 days later, I found that the ants had taken up residence in the master closet, in one of my skirts! Yuck! They were crawling all throughout my skirts but there was one in particuclar that they must have liked better because they set up their colony there. Upon asking Cameron, he said that he ran out of bug spray before he got to our master closet.
This is the skirt. You can't tell, in this picture, but there are several holes in it now, so in the garbage it goes. I was telling some of my friends about the incident the Saturday after we got home, and one of them responded with something like, "Oh that's horrible! I think I would have cried!" To which I responded, "Well, it was my least favorite skirt. If they were going to pick one to chew holes through, I'm glad it was that one." But, I spoke too soon...
Earlier, on the day that I had the conversation with my friends, I dropped off my FAVORITE skirt at the dry cleaners. I was supposed to pick it up on Tuesday of the following week. On Monday morning, I read that a dry cleaning building had been struck by lightning and burned to the ground. Don't worry, it was in the evening, no one was there, no one got hurt, and their insurance will be covering everything. But, I didn't think it would affect me at all. After all, building A burned down, and building B is where I dropped off my skirt.
When I went to pick up my skirt, they told me that they send a lot of their items to building A to be cleaned. Along with my skirt. So yes, my skirt was burned to a crisp in a lightning fire. Less than a week from when another skirt was eaten by ants. I don't have a picture of this skirt. How was I to know it would soon meet a fire-y demise? But to give you an idea of what it looked like...
Kind of like this, but brown and white and not quite as many flowers.
Maybe the universe is trying to tell me I should dress better.