Odd morning in the kitchen

So these three GREAT guys came to see us today. We really liked them, and of course they liked us, because there really is no other option. But they spent most of their time digging all around the edges of the house while The Typist kept The Boy and me penned up with her in the kitchen while she did "work" on the "computer" at the table where there's usually "food." One of the great guys came inside and cut holes in walls and sprayed stuff in the cabinets and behind the fridge and behind the washer, and we really liked him. His pants leg smelled like Simba, or at least that's what he called it. Smelled like another dog to me.

Then, after those neato guys left, The Typist left, too, but had us stay inside instead of going out. Something about waiting 24 hours for the stuff to dry, and not wanting The Boy digging in his digging spot. We'll have to see what that's all about later. Everybody's home now, so there's not much reason to dig.