It's like B-grade horror movie! Who ordered one of the 10 plagues???

Southern living means a lot of things.  Some bad...some good...some of the bad....hmmmm, it means humidity, flash floods, hurricanes, and many many other things...like flying insects.  I am not talking about mosquitoes (at least not today)...nooooooo I am talking about those horrible little wood munching flying things we call termites. 

Apparently they are swarming EARLY this year...YAY...

Last night I was minding my own business catching up on Sleepy Hollow when I noticed one of those nasty little splinter biters on my couch.  I figured it came in with the pups so I squished it with the remote and went about my business.  Then another one landed on my coffee table "hmmmm, odd *squish*"  moving on.  With in seconds I had a small swarm of about 10-20 in my living room.  Ahhhhhhhh!  I'm sitting on my couch wondering what has gone wrong in my life....how did I get here....?

So I start contemplating what the f**k is happening?!?!

Clearly someone read from The Book of the Dead....

Alright so we have a plague of termites flying in my house...but why?!?!  We don't have termites...what is happening?!?!

So I get up and start slaughtering these flying house destroyers while my animals look at me like I am insane....

But every time I kill one, like 5 more show up...where are they coming from?!!? 

That's about the time I look at my front door (there's a small window at the top) and see a f**king cloud of termites assaulting my porch light.  They were coming through a teeeeninsy crack in door.  That's it, time to go dark...(and plug the hole)

So now I am running around my house like a crazy person, with no lights on killing anything flying in the air...

I flick the lights on to see the carnage

Ahhhhhhhh they are f**king everywhere.  Dude cats, get on this!

After 20 minutes of squishing everything I could find, all the ones that made it inside are dead.  I cleaned up kept the lights off outside and in (except of the TV) and sat down to finish my wine.  That's when I realized one had decided to commit suicide by alcohol poisoning.

That was my last glass of wine!!!!  Guess I'll just watch Sleepy Hollow, cuddle with my pups, and NOT relax with my glass of wine...f**king termites.

SIDE NOTE: When they swarm, sometimes they get inside...it doesn't mean we are gross or have an issue...it just means turn off the f**king lights and hope they go away.