When I read the headlines of CNN.com that bedbugs were found at a Times Square movie theater in New York City, I started tracking down the theater name. Sure enough, it was the Empire 25. My husband and I frequently go to that theater when we are in NYC. Pest control specialists are shutting it down for two weeks while they spray and fumigate with a cloud of bug killing stuff. My word, I just had to stop and scratch my leg.
My experience with bugs is limited. I leave the heavy artillery pest control to Terminix. No bug dares to cross the threshold of my house. I have one of those warranties where I can call any time between treatments and men in green uniforms will drive up to my house with gas masks and a truck full of massive spray cans, ready to zap and rid the pests from the premises. I once had to call for reinforcements when I saw a thin, stringy creature crawling across the floor. I demanded to know on the spot if it was a small snake or a long worm. Traps were set for the unidentified thing, but apparently it fled under the threshold of the door.
On a rainy afternoon a few months ago, while I browsed through a favorite store, Bed Bath and Beyond, right beside the silk and linen sheets were little bottles of Mite Spray vertically displayed down a row of three shelves. Dust mites live on dead skin cells regularly shed by humans and their pets. Even though they are not harmful to humans as far as carrying diseases, still they can set off allergic reactions for humans. Every picture and nightmare story I had ever read about dust mites rushed through my mind as I reached for four bottles and one more for good luck. I can tell you that before I left the store, I was sure dust mites had followed me from the linen department out to my car.
When I got home, I yanked the covers off every bed in the house. Mattress covers were tossed in the washing machine with scalding hot water and bleach. Every mattress was sprayed down like I was on a military mission. Mind you, I have never even suspected a problem with dust mites. I was so thorough with the even rows of spraying, that by the time I covered the mattresses a second time, they were so damp that it took hours to dry. I didn’t allow enough time for the airing out, so I had to take the hairdryer out and blow each mattress dry.
Then I vacuumed the mattresses with the highest sucking motion available, expecting to see little claws and stray legs flying around. By the time I finished and remade the beds, I collapsed on the couch in a heap of relief that I had saved us from being carried off by aliens. My husband, Neal, came home through the door with a loud, “Honey, how was your day?” I half smiled as I reached up to scratch an itch my neck.
That night I kept the night light on…in case I missed some of them.
I ask you, “Do you really think I am going back to that movie theater in NYC?”
Magnify Your Problems?
Do you take the least little thing that happens to you and magnify it 1,000 times more that it should be? Don’t worry, this picture of the dust mite has been greatly exaggerated. Some problems have to be dealt with on the spot, but many become so small in comparison to major things that you are dealing with concerning breast cancer. Instead of fretting over them, you need to turn out the light, roll over, and go back to sleep.
Thought for Today:
“One way to get high blood pressure is to go mountain climbing over molehills.”—Earl Wilson
Let’s Talk: What is the silliest problem you have exaggerated out of proportion?