Kat has this great way of telling me about problems. She'll raise her voice and say something like,"Oh my god."
That's it. She'll wait for me to ask. Because I don't like to encourage that behavior, I never ask what she's talking about. So she'll try it again. I'll refuse to ask.
It's important to hold the line firm and be an adult so she learns the proper way to relate.
One of the great things about living in a new house is getting to discover all the construction peccadillos. Especially interesting are the issues that are found due to weather. The rain over the past few days have made life especially unpleasant for earthworms.
Eventually, I asked what she was spazzing out about, and it turns out that a few worms were piling into the house via a narrow opening in a window frame.
It wasn't a big deal, only three...four...five worms crawling into the house, and they were removed outside and discouraged from re-entry with some lemon juice on the windows.
Of course, I'm just adding this to the list of little surprises -- tankless water heater set to 180F, hot water pipe not soldered and leaking into the living room, incredibly easily broken "safety" glass in the door (which is how we were burgled), non-working power outlets on the second floor, etc. At least the roof doesn't leak (yet) and most of the rest of the outdoor wildlife hasn't found a way in yet.
