Attack of the Winged Insects
I live in a very old house. When I say old, I’m speaking more like Eddie Izzard’s opinion on American history than old old. Our house is no 1800’s New England house (lived in one of those too), but it was built in the 1930’s and it wasn’t built all that well. More sharecropper’s shack than chic bungalow. Not only is our shoddy cute house old, but it’s also the most secure part of our wealth. Why is that important? Because…