heather_in_sf
Well-known member
It is my basket of onions, long neglected since I haven't cooked anything meaningful in ages. Daily I grab my electrified tennis raquet thingy and wage war, and they kept coming. So icky. I really hate them. There hasn't been anything out, not even a speck of anything in the sink strainer. Been thinking that maybe they like the catfood, but then I was rearranging the winerack and the basket of dried herbs, under that basket is the onion basket. Egads! So hopefully after I kill all these guys I will be done. Or I am going to move.... Or zap myself with the tennis racquet thingy!