And so I was cleaning another tell-tale pile of termite dust and since this was following my epic rodents vs. dogfood fight I was beginning to feel very un-wanted.
Wait, I said to self.
Wait and think. Try and see it in a different light. Like being wanted, being wanted by the termites to provide all the delicious wooden furniture for them to eat
wanted by the rodents to provide doggie food bags to rip, garlic to steal ( yes, they steal my garlic ) and all the other stuff in the kitchen, not to forget the tissues and paper towels with which to make nests
wanted by the ants to plant and provide flowers and shrub and trees for them to strip when they feel like it
wanted by the mosquitoes and the nasty no-see-ums to provide gallons and gallons of good blood for them to eat
so, yes, I guess I am wanted, just not quite the way I would like to be.