It was that season when the wasps were getting pesky. So Gerald picked this up at the Yarnell Senior Center Thrift Store. He called it his wasp killer.
After the scorpion incidents, we had been using the services of a local bug guy and hadn't seen a lot of activity on the bug front inside the house. Though mice seemed to have taken over our garage. When we took our van in for servicing, they dismantled the beginnings of a mouse house built with scraps of insulation near the air filter. So when I heard scratching over my head while I was looking for something in the garage, I expected to see a mouse. Instead, I saw this centipede. The last time we saw a centipede in the house, it escaped while I was trying to get a picture. Since centipedes are quite poisonous, this time we didn't take chances. Gerald whacked it with the Willert ENOZ fly swatter several times, but it was still moving, so he finally had to smash its head with a piece of lumber.
Meanwhile, Gerald had been wanting to stain the barn doors red for some time. I decided to reward his valor after the battle of the centipede by obliging.
It made quite a bit of difference. Here's the "before" and "after" affect.
