#Fumigation Spray

[jules-of-the-sea]

gideon would absolutely fuck up a halloween gingerbread house building competition (we won)

[journcys-archived]

So my old ass building has a pest issue sometimes and though we haven’t seen anything, my wonderful apartment office said “hey we’re gonna inspect tomorrow bc of pest issues” so now I have to power clean my apartment instead of doing what I want to do.

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[autistickaitovocaloid]

Wish it wasn't so hot so I could deal with the redback nest under my bed but oh well.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Hell Hath No Fury

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~3.2k

Summary: Wanda gets big mad

A/N: Realized there's not enough cat fics for this au

Warnings: angst, animal abuse, violence, threats

It was only Tuesday, but it had already been such a long week. It all started on Sunday when you’d gone down into the basement for something only to return with an ashen expression. Wanda had immediately been concerned, but you hadn’t given her a chance to ask before you silently came to sit with her on the couch between her two dogs and cat who was curled up on her lap.  You’d sighed heavily before saying the last words Wanda had expected. 

“We have termites. A lot of termites.” 

Wanda had regretted her need to confirm what you said, and she’d nearly run back upstairs after seeing what you had. She immediately started to freak out as she tried to figure out who to call and what had to be done. You’d already told her your suspicions as you sat on the couch petting your dog with a blank look. 

Despite being the one who took care of the stray bug here and there that Fletcher was too lazy to deal with, you didn’t like bugs. They grossed you out, and despite being the vet, you would rather stay as far away from them as possible.

For this reason, you were already thinking about where you could go while the issue was dealt with. You’d call an exterminator and then you and Wanda would pack an overnight bag or two. 

Now, two days later, you, Wanda and the pets were at the compound while the house was being fumigated. Of course, the fact that you’d seen so many bugs in the basement meant that the issue was far more extensive than just spraying and replacing some chewed up flooring. 

You and Wanda had been torn between worry and disgust when you’d heard how infested the house was and how much of an undertaking getting rid of them would be. Forget the cost and the extensive repairs, you and Wanda would need to be elsewhere for close to a week. The compound wasn’t exactly an ideal location for you given where your job was, but you’d done it before so that wasn’t a huge deal. You mostly hated that Wanda had finally left her job, only to have to come back for a ridiculous reason.

You both had declined your friends’ offers to put you up because you were a family of five and that was a lot for anyone to take on. It seemed silly to burden your family when you had perfectly suitable rooms at the compound. 

Once all of the pets had gotten settled into the new, old, rooms, you and Wanda had taken Monday morning to decompress. You’d had to take a couple of phone calls to arrange everything that couldn’t happen over the weekend, but by dinner time it was official. The fumigation would occur on Tuesday and then hopefully by Thursday a crew could come in and start the repairs. 

You’d gone to work this morning feeling far more stressed than you were used to following a weekend, but you were going to have to make it work. Wanda was at least grateful that she could just sit around or wander the less populated areas while she let her brother do all of the work.

It was a little weird for her to be back here, but not have anything to do. She had no meetings, no phone calls to take, and she didn’t have to think about how the business was doing.

When she’d handed over the reins to her brother last week, she had told herself that she wouldn’t hover. She wouldn’t get involved and she would only help him out if he asked for assistance. Yet here she was fretting about how her presence was complicating things. She hadn’t been able to just sit upstairs and watch TV when she knew that her brother was working downstairs. She needed to get away and so she’d taken her dogs, and cat, out for a walk. It was spur of the moment decision to take Fletcher, but the tabby had yowled and darted out of the door to follow, and Wanda couldn’t bear to keep her locked up. She figured that Fletcher would just hang around her brothers.

When they all made it down the elevators and then down some stairs that led them toward a less populated area, Wanda opened the doors and let them all run out. She had Fletcher’s harness on which is figured was better than nothing, but when she’d attempted to put on her leash the tabby had dropped to the ground and played dead. You had only laughed when this first happened while Wanda watched on helplessly. Fletcher had decided she’d rather let Wanda drag her around before she would walk like a dog. For this reason, Wanda didn’t even bother today and she let her tabby out to roam free despite her better judgement. 

She mostly paid attention to the cat since Rogue and Boone were good about staying near her. She didn’t realize that she’d become lost in thought until about ten minutes later she arrived to a wooded area. She has her dogs on her heels, but she has no idea where Fletcher went. 

“Fuck.”

It was a warm, sunny day and Fletcher had decided to take advantage of the opportunity to bask in the rare sunlight. She’d left her mom behind and headed toward the grassy hill that had picnic tables and a fire pit. It was after lunch so there were very few people out, but Fletcher ignored them as she searched for the sunniest spot to sun in. 

She found it after a few minutes of searching, and she dropped down before curling up into a ball with a yawn. 

Although she hadn’t enjoyed the sudden move from home to here, at least she got to spend time outside here. Her mom never let her wander around outside alone, and since she refused to be walked like a dog, she just had to stare longingly out the windows toward the woods that held all sorts of adventures that she’d never be allowed to experience.

Maybe she’d have to rethink the leash.

She’s asleep before she manages to make any definitive decision. 

Dustin pushes his way out and onto the grounds of the compound with a scowl. He wasn’t impressed with how his meeting with the new boss had gone. He’d been promised a renegotiation of his contract with the Maximoffs now that the sister had resigned, but apparently her absence wasn’t enough to get the terms he’d been hoping for. 

He could tell that even though Wanda was gone, she was still pulling some of the strings. Pietro hadn’t changed much if anything about how he ran things and this, unfortunately, for him meant that he’d have to tolerate his same pay or look for employment elsewhere.

He’s considering doing just that as he practically stomps out into the grass and runs his hands through his hair with a frustrated growl. He tries not to think about the stray grey hairs that he’s had to dye black to feel less like the ten years his senior that this job has aged him. 

He had too many expenses, too many debts to keep working at the salary that he was being offered by the Maximoffs. Mr. Maximoff now. The only problem was he isn’t sure if he would be able to do much better anywhere else. Certainly not without starting over. The Maximoffs didn’t give out letters of recommendation, but there was a stigma associated with moving from one employer to another in their business. You couldn’t just leave one without having a damn good reason, and wanting more money was one of the worst reasons to have.

Dustin stops in his tracks as he feels his frustration boil over. His clenched fists are starting to ache in that familiar way that tells him that he really needs to punch someone. He wishes he had someone to take his anger out on. He drops down at one of the picnic tables with a sigh before he looks around the abandoned grounds with a frown.

It’s nearly 4 o’clock. Most people will be wrapping up soon and going home. He should go home too, but he doesn’t have good news to deliver, and that makes him want to stall as long as possible. He’s still seething at his failure and contemplating punching the seat beneath him when he spots something out of the corner of his eye.

What the hell? 

Wanda’s beginning to panic. She and her dogs are searching fruitlessly for her cat that ditched them. Wanda doesn’t spot her anywhere and after nearly twenty minutes of searching she has to stop to catch her breath. She didn’t realize that she was practically running around until she takes a moment to think. She stands with her hands on her head as she gazes up at the trees. The sun is high in the sky and even beneath the trees, running as she is, Wanda can feel its heat. She takes a deep breath before glancing down at Rogue who’s come to stand beside her. He rubs his head on her leg with a whine and she smiles despite her nerves and runs a hand through his fur. 

It's only a few seconds later as she realizes how damn hot it is for near winter, that she knows where her cat must be.

“Damn it.”

Dustin had gone to investigate the strange ball of fur sitting near the firepit. He hadn’t expected to discover that it was a cat, and he’s already sneering at the sight of it curled up fast asleep. 

He’d hated cats since the very first one he met at 5 years old had bitten him so badly he’d almost lost a finger. Since then, he’d never gotten along with any cat he’d met, and tried to avoid them at all costs. If he ran into strays while on the job, if it didn’t draw unwanted attention, he’d shoot at them for fun. 

He considers doing this now, but he’s a little confused by the fact that it’s wearing something around its body. A vest? No a harness.  Dustin’s frown deepens as he gets within arm’s reach of the cat, and he kneels down to contemplate his next move. He doesn’t have long to think about it before he notices the cat’s ears twitch. He acts before the thought is fully formed in his brain, but he reaches out and quickly snatches the cat by the harness and yanks it upwards as he stands.

It yowls loudly and Dustin cringes as it starts to flail and ends up scratching him in an attempt to break free. 

“Shit!” 

Dustin curses as the cat maneuvers its way out of the harness and on his arm. It bites him with a ferocious growl, and the brunette immediately releases his hold.

“Ouch! Shit let go you little fucker!” 

The cat’s not letting go even as Dustin swings it around in an attempt to shake it off. Without thinking, Dustin walks over to the firepit and grabs the cat by its back legs and practically rips it from his arm. The cat’s hissing and likely gearing up for another bite when Dustin slams it down hard onto the stones surrounding the pile of ash. It tries to break free, but he’s got a good hold of it now, and he raises it up again to hopefully beat its head in when he’s interrupted. 

“Hey! What the fuck are you doing to my cat?! Let her go!” 

Dustin looks up and is surprised to see that Wanda Maximoff is hurrying over to him. She’s flushed and out of breath, but he’s mostly focused on the fact that she looks pissed. She’s glaring at him and when she finally comes to a stop he just watches as she grabs her gun and points it at him. 

“I mean it. Drop her now!” 

Dustin considers arguing because he’s still in a foul mood after his last encounter with a Maximoff, but he doesn’t want to get shot over a fucking cat. He stands up before doing as she asks, and drops the cat on the ground from nearly 4 feet up. She lands on her feet with an angry or pained yowl, he can’t tell, before she hisses at him and retreats to her mom’s side. Wanda just watches in horror as her bloodied cat limps over to her, and she sees red as she glances back at the brunette who just throws Fletcher’s harness down at his feet.

“Wanda Maximoff in the flesh. You know, I knew you liked pussy, but I didn’t think even you would become a sad cat mom.” 

Wanda flinches and she has to resist the urge to shoot this idiot for the way he laughs at her. For the fact that he hurt her fur baby. She’s practically shaking she’s so angry, but of course Dustin takes this the wrong way, and only sneers at her in disgust. He wipes his hands off on his already ruined suit, and hisses as he tries to staunch the bleeding from his wrist. 

“How pathetic.” 

This snaps Wanda out of her thoughts of murder, and she merely smiles as she kneels down to scoop Fletcher up into her free arm as carefully as possible. She takes a moment to look over her cat and she hates that the cuts on her face are likely from being thrown to the ground instead of biting the asshole in front of her. She kisses her tabby’s head before she shoots the brunette a questioning look.

“I’m not surprised that an insecure piece of shit such as yourself would hate cats, Mr. Howell, but what is your opinion on dogs?” 

It’s at that moment that Dustin realizes something is moving in his periphery. He stiffens and actually takes a step back when he sees two large growling dogs that are rapidly closing the distance between them. 

Instead of attacking him immediately though, they go to Wanda’s side and sit down obediently as if waiting for orders. This terrifying realization is accompanied by an increase in his heart rate as he looks back up to Wanda only to face down the barrel of her gun. 

“You have two options, Mr. Howell. I either shoot you dead right here, or I show you mercy and give you a head start before I let my dogs hunt you for sport. You have three seconds to decide.”

What is perhaps the only sign of intelligence he’s displayed today, Dustin doesn’t even respond before he turns tail and runs as fast as he can toward the compound. Wanda just smiles before she looks down to her dogs who are already locked in on their target.

“Don’t kill him boys. Maybe just a bite or two. Now go fetch.” 

The word ‘go’ barely leaves her mouth before her dogs take off for the fleeing brunette. Wanda knows that they’ll catch him before he escapes, and she can only hope that he’ll regret his actions when this happens. That said, she’s not feeling very forgiving as she moves to sit down at the nearest table. She sighs as she holsters her gun and grabs her phone with a frown. She ignores the screams behind her as she dials your number while watching her cat lick her wounds where she still sits curled up in her arms. 

“Wanda! What’s up?”

She takes a moment to try and calm herself down before she opens her mouth to respond. She doesn’t make it thought because you’ve obviously picked up on the unmistakable background noise. 

“Wait, who’s screaming? What’s happening, are you okay?” 

Wanda shakes her head as she turns to check on her dogs with tears burning her eyes. She sighs before she manages to put you at ease, at least marginally before she asks you to come home. 

“I’m okay, Y/n, but someone hurt Fletcher. I’m not sure…”

She trails off because she doesn’t really know the extent of the damage. All she’d seen was her cat being held by her back legs and thrown against the ground. She’s worried about head injuries and so many other things she doesn’t know where to begin, but she just wants you with her. She wants you to look Fletcher over and convince her that everything will be alright. 

“Who the hell--? You know what that doesn’t matter right now. I’ll leave now and we’ll take a look at her, okay? Does she seem alright? Stable I mean.”

Wanda can’t help but smile as she looks to her cat who’s settled a bit and is rubbing her head against Wanda’s arm. She breathes a sigh of relief and nods before she realizes you can’t see her. 

“I think so? She’s purring and trying to make biscuits. She’s bleeding though and I’m worried.”

She hears you moving around, probably packing up and she is eternally grateful for what you say next. 

“Of course you’re worried, but we’ll take care of her okay? I’m leaving and I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’ll meet you in the clinic.” 

The ‘clinic’ is the room you commandeered to check on your dog when Rogue first came into your lives. You’d told her that you didn’t need the area anymore, but something had stopped her from breaking down your makeshift vet clinic. As she stands up and heads into the building to get Fletcher looked at, she’s eternally grateful for her rare indecision. 

“Thank you, detka.”

You’re already in your car when Wanda says this, and you smile before pulling out of the parking lot as quickly as possible. 

“Of course, Wands. I’ll see you in 20 minutes.” 

Wanda frowns slightly when you say this because your work is nearly 40 minutes away. As worried as she is about her fur baby, she doesn’t want to you endanger yourself to get here sooner. 

“Make it 30, Y/n. We’ll be fine. I’ll just go sit with her downstairs and let someone know if we need anything. Don’t get a ticket or crash in your hurry home, okay?” 

You want to argue because you’d heard how frantic Wanda was and you wanted to be there for her, but she was right. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if you ended up in the hospital. 

You simply nod before slowing down slightly as you speed down the interstate. 

“Whatever you say, Wanda. Will you call me back once you get the dogs sorted?” 

Wanda can’t stop herself from smiling at the fact that you know exactly what she’d done. She glances over her shoulder at the duo who are still terrorizing the brunette, but no longer biting him. They’re just keeping him where he is until she tells them otherwise. She sighs before deciding what she’s going to do next before hanging up. 

“Yes, detka. I’ll call you in a few minutes.” 

You don’t bother asking what she has planned as you glance at the speedometer again. 

“Okay, love you.” 

“Love you too, Y/n.” 

Wanda stands up and grabs her gun before she hefts her cat up higher so she’s close enough to head boop her chin. She smiles and kisses the tabby’s nose before making her final decision. 

She puts her phone away and whistles to catch her dogs’ attention as she gets closer to the trio. 

“Good job boys. Now come here, please. I’ll take it from here.” 

Masterlist

[oneforthemunny]

spooky series entry: modern!eddie munson

based off the first part of this ask from @belokhvostikova! part of my spooky series with modern!eddie :) enjoy! eddie edit creds @themunsonator5000 !

contains: 18+ minors dni, alludes to smut, really just fluff. reader and eddie do a couple's costume.

“God, I think I’m gonna pass out in here, babe.” Eddie coughed over the hiss of the aerosol can spraying in the bathroom, the vent on and a window open doing little to insulate the fumes. 

“I told you to do it outside.” You huff, eyes rolling in irritation. Eddie had taken over the bathroom, leaving you to the bedroom. 

“It’s fuckin’ freezing out there.” Eddie scoffed, a rather hard hack of a cough following that had you looking towards the cracked door. “And I needed to see.” 

“Could’ve taken a mirror.” You muttered, dragging your eyeliner along your waterline, the perfect sultry and smokey look- just what you were going for. Eddie was going to love it, he always did when you’d make your makeup a little darker, a little moody. 

“I can’t hold a mirror, and my hair, and the spray.” Eddie rolled his eyes like the idea was so silly. Like fumigating the apartment was the obvious best choice. 

“I still need help getting it to spike.” Eddie turned his head towards the ajar door across from him. You were hidden behind the half opened door, depriving him of seeing you- your process, your costume, the deep purple cape he was a little too excited about. 

“Use the hairspray.” You call, and he can practically hear the eye roll in your tone. 

“I did.” Eddie grit, running the brush through his matted half green curls. “Still not working. Got a lot of hair, babe.”

“Yeah,” You snorted, the jingle of your belt and necklace sounding with every step. “I know. It’s everywhere.” 

Eddie smirked, a smug counter on the tip of his tongue that fell short when he saw you. A black high cut bodysuit, fishnet stockings he just wanted to tear apart, and best of all- the cloak. The fucking cloak, velvety that you‘d gotten off Facebook marketpace in September when he told you his vision for your costumes. 

“What?” You eye him, clipping the loose, link belt around your waist so it settled slouchy over your hips. Eddie had helped you make it, a rigged up welding job to get the large, plastic rubies on and in the right place. 

“Nothing.” Eddie’s eyes roamed up and down your frame, taking in every single detail like if he looked away it would be gone. “You, uh, you look very good.” 

“Very?” You repeated, a raised brow that had his head bobbing, blush rising up his skin. “Really? The cloak is doin’ it for you, hm?” 

“Oh, you have no fuckin’ idea.” Eddie groaned, stepping towards you. “Think this might be my new thing. My new kink.” 

“Capes?” 

“You in capes.” Eddie nodded, reaching out to touch the soft velvet. 

“Uh! No!” You clicked, stepping back. “Your hands are green.” 

“So?”

“So you’re not touching my stuff and ruining it, Ed. Wash your hands!” You point to the sink, crowded with hair products, stray hairs, and faint green spray. You frown, glaring at him. “I told you not to make a mess.” 

“I’ll clean it up.” Eddie hums, eyes meeting yours through the mirror, shoving the content out of the sink and hitting the faucet on. 

You roll your eyes. You know he will, really. “Do you want me to grab the gel? See if I can blow it up like Pauly D?” Your lips curl in a half smirk. 

“No.” Eddie shakes his head, the water stained green from his hands. 

“I can try, baby, but I don’t know if it will work. You’ve got a lot of hair. I don’t think it will stand that tall. Maybe the bangs-” 

“-No, it’s fine.” Eddie muttered, wiping his hands on the hand towel, for once. You guessed he didn’t want to ruin his costume. 

“Ed, I can do it for you.” Your voice drops lightly into a softer tone. Maybe you’d been too mean. You didn’t mean to snap like that at him. Was it that mean? “I can try if you want me to. I just… I don’t know how it will turn out.” 

“No, it’s good. I’ll put it on a bun.” Eddie turned to you, taking in your slight frown. 

“Are you ok?” You ask awkwardly. It sounded better in your head, when Ed said it. 

“Yeah, yeah, ‘m good.” Eddie nodded, brushing his hair back, tying it off with a hair tie- your hair tie. 

“Eddie, I didn’t mean to piss you off. I just don’t want green shit everywhere, it will stain.” Your arms found their way back over your chest, defensive and annoyed. 

“No, I know. I’ll clean it.” Eddie swallowed, eyes cutting to you in the mirror, spraying his bangs down one more time for a final touch. 

You huff in annoyance. “So you’re mad at me for what then?” You snap, glaring at him. 

Oh, that smokey eyed glare, the black lipstick, the fishnets, the metallic boots, the goddam cloak. Eddie wasn’t lasting, not when you used that tone, that mean tone- huffy and annoyed, snapping at him. Eddie’s fingers curled around the counter. 

“Mad? I’m not mad.” Eddie shook his head, eyes zoned in on the ruby necklace settled between your collarbones. His knees tightened.

“Then what?” You snap, that snip of a tone that had Eddie’s ears tingling with excitement. “Why are you being weird, right now?” 

“Can you do me a favor?” Eddie asked, brown eyes rounded too sweetly for it to be a mean request. 

It made you falter, your annoyed demeanor faltering for a second. “What?” 

“Can you,” Eddie shoved the bottles of hair spray and brushes back in the sink. “Can you sit right there for me? Just for a second.” 

You glared at him, annoyed and a little confused. “Eddie, what? Can you be serious for a second, just one fucking second, and tell me what is wrong-” 

“Nothing’s wrong, baby, I promise.” Eddie schmoozed, that little coo that had your head spinning. He grabbed at your fishnet clad thighs, pressing them until you were settled on the edge of the bathroom counter with a huff. “Just sit right here for me. Just like that, baby.” 

“Eddie, you need to finish getting ready, seriously. We’re going to be- what are you doing?” Your voice shrills, pushing at his sticky, green stained hair when Eddie drops to his knees. 

“I told you this was doin’ it for me.” Eddie hummed, green stained fingers pulling at your thighs, hips on the edge of the counter, his fingers hooking around the tiny strip of your body suit, pulling it to the side easily. 

“Eddie!” You gasped, his fingers running through your folds. “Eddie, we’re- oh shit- we’re gonna be late!” 

“Harrington won’t notice.” Eddie hummed, a cheek pressed to your fishnets. “It won’t even get fun until after ten, promise.” 

An hour and half later, you arrived at the Harrington house, spilling out with party goers in a multitude of costumes, some pulling Eddie to the side to buy. 

“Well, well, well,” Steve smirked around his plastic cup. “Look who finally showed up.” 

You scoffed, looking at the basketball jersey he’d put on, his “costume”. “And what are you supposed to be? Troy Bolton?” 

“Somethin’ like that.” Steve grinned. “Are you a witch?” 

“No, dingus.” Robin rolled her eyes. “She’s obviously Raven.” 

“Raven?”

“From Teen Titans. God, you really didn’t have a good childhood, hm? Were you a PBS kid?” Robin rolled her eyes. 

“Bet you weren’t allowed to watch Spongebob, either.” You grinned. 

Steve rolled his eyes. “My bad. I’m assuming Eddie and his green hair is your counterpart?” 

“He’s Beast Boy.” Robin smiled at Eddie, waving him over. “That’s so cute. Your idea?” 

“Please.” You scoffed lightly. “Eddie’s. He loves Halloween. He’s been planning this for weeks.” You grin, taking the plastic cup he offered you. 

“Hm,” Steve’s tongue rolled over the inside of his cheek, looking at you then Eddie. “Guess I see why the two of you were late.” 

You frowned at Steve, his grin only growing bigger. “Beast Boy, you’re not a natural green-head, hm?” He snickered, Robin’s face falling in a laugh.

You looked down, through your fishnets and saw it- the green residue left between your thighs, no doubt from your thighs closing around his head. You flushed, eyes cutting to Eddie’s dangerously. 

Eddie bit back a smirk, shrugging gently. “It’s Halloween.” He said simply over Robin and Steve’s howls of laughter. 

[thecreaturecodex]

Terochilus

Image accessed from the Ultraman Wiki here

[Terochilus is a monster that makes a big impression in Return of Ultraman (being the star of a two-part episode), but with very little impact on the franchise outside of it. Which is a shame. It feels like Ultraman's Rodan the way that Arstron feels like its Godzilla. It has a weirder power set than Rodan, though, with its toxic webbing and shooting lasers from its nose. It kind of reminds me of The Giant Claw, in the sense of being a superficially simple flying kaiju that is totally bizarre on closer inspection, and I designed its stats intentionally to be a counterpart to my cacagnea.

In the show, its webs emit toxic gas on exposure to automobile exhaust, making Terochilus another pollution-themed kaiju. Since cars don't exist in Pathfinder, I changed the trigger to the webs getting extra dangerous to fire, which is the typical adventurer solution to webbing. That, and it makes the Terochilus' lairing in volcanoes synergistic, and very dangerous.

Also, I can't prove it, but I suspect that Terochilus' pterosaur with feathers look inspired the winged fakeosaur that came in the same set as the ones that inspired the rust monster and bulette]

Terochilus

CR 19 LN Magical Beast

This creature resembles a strange cross between bird and pterosaur. It walks on two elephantine legs, and has membranous wings growing like a cape from its human-like arms. It has a head and neck covered with feathers, and a long straight bill.

A terochilus is a bestial, vaguely avian predator, something like a roc writ even larger. They are found lairing on volcanic islands and are extremely territorial—a terochilus patrols the water near the island for whales, large fish and the occasional sea monster to eat, and drives away anything else entering its hunting grounds. This territoriality extends to their volcanic lairs as well. A terochilus usually lives near the caldera and lines its nest with thick ashy webbing. This webbing is flammable, but burning it produces a highly potent toxic gas that causes immediate unconsciousness followed by systematic organ failure. The terochiluses are immune to these noxious fumes, and encourage periodic fires to burn the webbing and fumigate their lairs.

Terochiluses usually do not see creatures of human size and shape as prey. The danger comes from their territorial instinct—they attack boats that steer too close to their hunting grounds. If forced from their lairs by a stronger monster, they may settle closer to inhabited areas and wreak havoc enforcing their new territorial boundaries. In combat, a terochilus usually opens by spraying opponents with webbing, and then closing to melee with entangled enemies. A terochilus possesses a powerful breath weapon, which manifests as beams of deadly force fired from its nostrils. This breath weapon does not recharge quickly, and most terochiluses use it as a weapon of last resort only.

Terochilus CR 19

XP 204,800

LN Colossal magical beast

Init +9; Senses darkvision 120 ft., low-light vision, Perception +22, tremorsense 30 ft.

Defense

AC 34, touch 12, flat-footed 24 (-8 size, +9 Dex, +1 dodge, +22 natural)

hp 346 (21d10+231)

Fort +23, Ref +21, Will +12

DR 20/magic; Immune poison; Resist fire 30, force 30; SR 30

Offense

Speed 40 ft., fly 150 ft. (average)

Melee bite +27 (4d6+14/19-20 plus grab), 2 claws +27 (2d8+14), 2 wings +22 (2d8+7)

Space 30 ft.; Reach 30 ft.

Special Attacks breath weapon (150 ft. line, 1 minute, 19d10 force damage),hurricane hover,swallow whole(AC 21, 34 hp, 4d8+21 bludgeoning),toxic webbing, webs (+22 ranged, range increment 30 ft., 150 ft. range, DR 10/-, 21 hp, DC 31)

Statistics

Str 39, Dex 28, Con 32, Int 4, Wis 21, Cha 15

Base Atk +21; CMB +43 (+47 grapple); CMD 63

Feats Acrobatic,Blind-Fight, Combat Reflexes,Dodge, Flyby Attack, Greater Vital Strike, Hover (B), Improved Critical (bite), Improved Vital Strike, Mobility, Power Attack, Vital Strike

Skills Acrobatics +21 (+25 when jumping), Climb +26, Fly +13, Perception +22; Racial Modifiers +8 Perception

Languages Ignan (cannot speak)

Ecology

Environment warm land

Organization solitary or pair

Treasure incidental

Special Abilities

Hurricane Hover (Ex) A terochilus gains Hover as a bonus feat. When it uses the Hover feat, it creates hurricane force winds in a 60-foot radius, regardless of its distance from the surface.

Toxic Webbing (Ex) A terochilus’ webs release toxic gas when they take fire damage. This gas fills a 30 foot radius from the webbing, and lingers for 1d4+1 rounds before dissipating. This toxin has the following properties

Web fumes—inhaled; duration 1/round for 4 rounds; save Fort DC 31; initial effect unconsciousness 1 minute; secondary effect 1d6 Con damage and unconsciousness 10 minutes; cure 1 save. The save DC is Constitution based.

[blackbackedjackal]

Hi Jackal, I have a problem and my first thought was to ask you…

I have a couple fox and coyote tails I’ve kept in a particle board chest. Just today I noticed that they were covered in living larvae and shed carcasses of some kind of bug. The only ones I’ve had in my apartment since I moved in several years ago that it could be are fruit flies and clothes moths. Not sure if this is either but the tails are infested. I’ve brushed them off as best I could but they might still be in the fur.

By my thumb is a brown dot, it’s the head of one of the larvae.

Is this a lost cause? Should I throw these tails out or is there a way I can fumigate them and kill the bugs without destroying the tail? I’ve put them all in airtight plastic bags to prevent the infestation from spreading.

I’ve had these tails for like 6 years and I’m not particularly attached to them anymore but. It’s unfortunate. Any advice would be appreciated, thanks!!

I use Bedlam Plus anytime I've had bug issues! I've had clothes moths and carpet beetles and anything I've sprayed with it has stayed protected. I tend to do a big spray of my collection every 3 months but I've gone 6 months before without spraying anything and haven't had issues.

With tails specifically, I recommend using the straw attachment that comes with the bottle and some gloves, parting the tail with a comb, and spraying at the base of the fur where it meets the leather. That's where the eggs and larva are usually hiding.

[busterkeatonsociety]

This Day in Buster…May 27, 1924

There are no flies on Sherlock Jr! Buster Keaton tells the Santa Ana Daily Register: “The elimination of the lens fly & screen flea is a great step forward.  From 1908 to 1923 patrons of the picture theaters were often annoyed by seeing a huge fly on the leading woman’s face during a tensely dramatic scene.  All this has now been done away with.  Fumigation sprays which kill all flies floating within sight of the camera are now used on the studio sets.”

[mariacallous]

Brown howler monkeys are dropping dead by the dozens in southern Mexico. Between May 4 and May 21, at least 138 died, with deaths occurring in places where temperatures have been abnormally high, exceeding 43 degrees Celsius (109 degrees Fahrenheit).

Before perishing, the animals suffered convulsions, hyperthermia, and fainting, which are symptoms of dehydration. Organizations responding to the catastrophe note that the main cause of death seems to be heat stroke, although they haven’t ruled out other factors. Deaths have been reported across the state of Tabasco.

“The feeling of the work team is tragic, it is painful,” says Gilberto Pozo, a wildlife biologist at the Institute of Ecology in Xalapa. He was one of the first to witness and document the current catastrophe. “It hurts because all the efforts we have been making for years are going down the drain,” Pozo says, referring to recent efforts to protect the species.

Short-furred and endemic to the southern states of Mexico, brown howler monkeys (Alouatta palliata mexicana) are listed as “vulnerable” by the International Union for Conservation of Nature, and their numbers are decreasing.

Pozo has been studying primates for 22 years. He is a conservationist and executive director of Conservation of the Biodiversity of Usumacinta (Cobius), a civil association that has been working with communities in the region for 13 years to protect endangered species.

In early May, a Cobius team visited a group of howler monkeys in Cunduacán, Tabasco, as part of a rescue and translocation program, this landscape having undergone significant changes in past years, which has endangered the monkeys. During fieldwork, the team saw two monkeys fall from 15-meter-high trees. Despite receiving attention, both died from their falls and showed signs of dehydration. The next day, local people came to leave aerial drinkers and tropical fruits for the primates.

Days later, the team visited the Saraguatos Biopark. There they found five dead monkeys and eight with problems. The team decided to extend their monitoring and detected more deaths, notifying Mexico’s environmental protection agency, the Procuraduria Federal de Proteccion al Ambiente (Profepa). Separate groups found dead monkeys elsewhere in the state of Tabasco, in Comalcalco and Jalpa, and so the scale of the emergency quickly became clear.

Mexico’s Ministry of Environment and Natural Resources has said that for now, it is investigating various hypotheses about what killed the monkeys: heat stroke and dehydration of course, but also “malnutrition or fumigation, or spraying of crops with toxic agrochemicals.” A first necropsy has been conducted on one of the animals, though Pozo points out that molecular analyses of the animal are lacking at this stage. “The doctor in charge does not want to rule out either heat stroke or viral issues,” he says. More tests will follow.

Brown howler monkeys are one of three native species of monkeys in Mexico. They inhabit parts of the states of Veracruz, Tabasco, Campeche, and Yucatan, as well as the nearby countries of Guatemala and Belize. The monkeys sometimes eat fruits and flowers, but principally are folivores: 80 percent of their diet consists of leaves, from which the monkeys obtain water. So if the leaves they eat are dehydrated, the animals consume little water, which leaves them exposed to the effects of high temperatures.

Pozo has witnessed monkeys showing the effects of moderate and severe dehydration. In moderate cases, he explains, the animals show signs of apathy, prostration, poor coordination, and slow movements. Such animals also have congested mucous membranes, high heart rates, and body temperatures over 40 degrees Celsius, and they show signs of vomiting, panting, diarrhea, hypersalivation, and muscle tremors. In severe cases, the monkeys suffer convulsions, irregular heartbeats, fainting, and have no resistance to manipulation. “They become like little dolls,” Pozo says.

Tania Fonseca works at Mexico’s Institute of Ecology (Inecol) as an academic technician for the Transdisciplinary Studies Group in Primatology. Something that inspires her about working with howler monkeys is their resilience—“until these days, when everything is broken,” she says.

If the cause of death is heat stroke, Fonseca says, it will be possible to confirm it through tissue analysis. If that is the reason, she adds, it becomes important to monitor live animals that have endured the heat, because they may have damaged tissues and organs.

Trouble Down on the Farm

The average annual temperature in Tabasco is 27 degrees Celsius (80 F). May tends to be the hottest month, with an average maximum of 36 degrees. However, temperatures this season are particularly high, having soared well beyond 40 degrees (104 F).

But in addition to the high temperatures, landscape modifications must be considered as a culprit, explains Bertha Valenzuela, a native of Comalcalco, Tabasco. Valenzuela has been studying primates for 15 years and says she grew up among monkeys. She remembers them always hanging around her grandmother's house.

The Chontalpa region, where most of Tabasco's monkeys live, today has only 3 percent of its original forest area, with a lot of land adapted for farming. In particular, it is an important cacao-growing area, with more than 3,000 producers. In other countries, cacao is planted in monocultures, but here producers use agroforestry systems—where arboreal vegetation shades the cacao-growing below, and where there is a mix of crops and native species. The difference between the original ecosystem and the plantations is that the forest canopy—the upper part of the trees where the monkeys live—is lower, while the understory, the lower part of the forest, is eliminated to allow for crops.

“In these sites they found conditions that have allowed them to survive, even if they are not the best,” says Valenzuela of the howler monkeys. The animals have been living in the plantations for the last 30 years, but have struggled with the landscape changing yet again in recent years.

Since the 2000s, cacao production has declined, due to plant diseases and falling local prices, causing many people to turn their cacao farms into pasture. Valenzuela explains that this means that, in general, between one cacao grove and another, there are now pastures, agricultural fields, or human settlements. With the fragmentation of the monkeys’ habitat, temperature regulation is not homogeneous. The smaller a fragment of forest is, the more heat it receives from its surroundings. Land-use change is compounding the effects of global heating.

A Mess of Good Intentions

Gilberto Pozo describes the first responses to the emergency as “a sea of people helping out”—a mess, but without bad intentions. “There were more than 150 volunteers. If it wasn’t for the support of the population, it would be difficult,” he says.

But some people took the monkeys to clinics without registering them first or notifying the authorities, so Profepa is now visiting clinics to collect data. Pozo is also worried about volunteers or the primates catching diseases from one another. “They grabbed them, approached them without masks or gloves, hugged them, kissed them, talked to them. That represents a high risk of zoonosis or anthropozoonosis.”

On top of this, there’s the risk that vulnerable monkeys may be mistreated, says Ana María Santillán, founder of the Centro Mexicano de Rehabilitación de Primates, which rescues monkeys that are victims of mascotism and illegal trafficking. As civilians, people should not move a specimen, because it is illegal, she says. “It was a blessing that Profepa got involved,” she adds. Even so, her group has found orphaned juvenile monkeys for sale.

To manage the situation, says Santillán, the civil organizations involved have formed specialized brigades, coordinated by Cobius. One is dedicated to recovering dead or dying animals. Another, which takes care of the monkeys, is made up of veterinarians trained in handling primates, some from Profepa in Tabasco, others from Universidad Juárez Autónoma de Tabasco (UJAT). Another brigade is to perform necropsies. Among the most important actions, Gilberto Pozo explains, has been the setting up of two medical units for treating animals in need.

The experts have asked that people inform the authorities of new cases, and that people who have monkeys take them to the brigade units so that veterinarians can make a record of any affected animals. The response teams also emphasize that the species is very delicate: They should not be given antibiotics or dewormers; people shouldn’t keep any young; nor should the monkeys mix with dogs or cats, because the primates risk catching deadly diseases from them.

Getting Back to Nature

It’s not clear when it will be best to release the affected monkeys, says Fonseca—if environmental conditions don’t change, there’s a risk of this happening again. Particular care needs to be taken when releasing juveniles, regarding which group they are released to and into which site.

Juan Carlos Serio, a researcher at Inecol and head of the Transdisciplinary Primatology Studies Group, points out that better conservation efforts are needed in these habitats. Howler monkeys are great seed dispersers, and losing them from the environment would affect the natural process of forest regeneration. They’ve also been there for a long time. “Losing them means losing an important cultural element,” he says.

With this in mind, there’s work underway to try to make the landscape in Tabasco more monkey-friendly. Jorge Ramos Luna, an academic technician at Inecol and part of Serio’s workgroup, makes videos to engage local communities and promote species conservation by improving the local agrosystems.

One strategy he proposes is to create natural corridors that connect patches of forest. In the neighboring state of Veracruz, he says, one solution is to surround cleared land with “live fences” of trees and vegetation instead of fences made from lumber. “Monkeys are a charismatic species, an umbrella species: If we give them the conditions to survive, we will be providing conditions for many other species,” he says.

Valenzuela has additional suggestions: “The first recommendation is to stop logging, the second is to restore the land, and the third is to contribute with these small actions: of placing water, monitoring the monkeys, so that the people who live with the monkeys get involved in the stability of the populations,” she says.

The inhabitants of the region were already taking care of the monkeys before this massive event. Some had even learned about the types of vegetation that benefit the monkeys, attended management courses, and put water and fruit out for them. This crisis is not the first time that care has been shown by the monkeys’ human neighbors—and the public response this time brings hope that things can be improved.

[msweebyness]

Class of Villainy- Those Damn Fumes…

If you may remember my villain headcanons, you may remember that when boogies breath in fumigation gas or bug spray, they get high as a kite! And guess who ends up having to take care of Ivan? Enjoy! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

“Okay, Ivan darling, I need you to help me here! You’re a lot bigger than I am, after all.”, Mylene sighed as she struggled to support her boyfriend as they moved down the dorm hallway. His arm was slung over her shoulder as he clumsily lumbered by her side, laughing deliriously. He turned to look at her and gave her a loopy smile.

“Yer reeeal pretty, Scallop. I love ya.”, he said sluggishly, nuzzling into her neck as she rolled her eyes and laughed softly, patting his head with one of her tentacles.

“Thank you, dearest. I love you too.”, she said with a weary smile. She cursed the school staff for bringing those infernal exterminators without even warning anyone. The second her poor buggyboo had breathed in those fumes, his mind had gone out the window. Which was why Mylene was currently straining to get him back to his room to rest.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of her struggling to keep Ivan standing, they made it to him and Denise’s room, and she managed to get the door open and get him inside. As she shut the door behind them, she felt him nuzzling against her neck, purring softly.

“Ya smell niiice, Pun’Kin.”, he slurred contentedly, his words running together, “Mah…mah head feels funny-like…”

“It’s the fumigation, beloved. You breathed in quite a bit. Come, let’s lay you down, so you can sleep this off.”, she said gently, guiding him over to his bed. With a little effort, he flopped down onto his mattress and groaned as he clutched his head.

“I’ll go get you some water, darling.”, she said gently, turning to head over to the dorm’s bathroom, before she felt him grab her hand.

“Yer comin’ right back?”, the teen boogeyman said softly, “I don’ wanna be alone.”

The sea witch cooed and walked back to his side, planting a kiss on his forehead, “I’ll only be a moment, my sweetest scream.”

She then went to the bathroom and fetched a glass of water before returning to her boyfriend. She handed him the glass, which he clumsily managed to down.

After she took the glass from him and set it on the nightstand, she pulled up one of the blankets and draped it over him, pecking him on the cheek before she turned to go, “Get some rest, Spookums.”

The same as before, she felt him grasp her hand. She turned back to see him with the most adorable little pout.

“Darlin’, I don’ wan’ ya ta leave. Stay and lay down wit’ me.”, Ivan said, his hollow eyes soft as he gave her hand a little tug.

The sea witch smiled softly, moving to lay beside him, letting him rest his head on her shoulder. It was only a few minutes before he dozed off, and she couldn’t help smiling softly. The wicked sorceress of the waves would never admit it to any of those pathetic ‘good’ students…but she truly loved moments like this with her buggyboo. These times when he was soft and gentle. Now of course, she adored watching him at his most terrifying, the excitement she felt was unrivaled. But…who said villains couldn’t enjoy a bit of tenderness every once in a while?

Sometimes it’s the small moments of comfort, even with villains. Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[dragongirluvula]

Tiny little preythings like you aren't even worth the effort of eating. If you were annoying me, I'd just make my breath toxic and fumigate you in my maw like the bug you are

Oh my gosh... who needs bug spray when you've got breath like that... you'd feel the fluttering wings buzz about as she tries to stop herself getting swallowed just for her to start choking and collapsing in the damp of your mouth...

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[lazyvase]

The Gardeners

The Gardeners are a small group of bots dedicated to making the Plantoids win and cover the globe. They may all have their different reasons and methods for helping the Plantoids, but they are united in the cause.

We shall start at the end.

Aphrodite

The loving ecologist-turned-botanist.

Due to spending too much time scouring through the Human Archives, a young Aphrodite became enamored with the beauty of the past. Yet, none of history fascinated Aphrodite quite like plantlife. A wondrous lifeform. So varied and colorful. So free and solid. It was divine. She needed to know more. She searched for someone, anyone, who shared her passion. But most bots were focused on the future and rebuilding. No cared about extinct organisms from centuries ago. Well, almost no one. Aphrodite found a friend in the ecologist, Velenna. Velenna was also fascinated with the living organisms of the past, and of the many unique ways they interacted and grew with each other. The two became close friends and "lab" partners. I say "lab" because ecology was not a respected or accepted profession, for all there was to discuss about ecology were the rocks, the sand, the metal, and the one-in-a-lifetime appearance of a bug. The two found mockery and scorn wherever they went. Aphrodite quickly developed a thick skin and kept to her passions. Velenna was much more... open with her reactions. Regardless, the two kept each other up, and would continue to try to study ecology.

Eventually, the two of them were able to get a lab and resources. Using the studies and knowledge of the human archive. The two developed special chemical compounds in spray form. A fertilizer and a herbicide. (Although, Velenna did most of the work on the herbicide as Aphrodite went out of her way to avoid working on that one.) They also developed sprayers and auto-fumigators as well. Proud of their achievements, the two attempted to show off their inventions and research. They were always dismissed, as: there was nothing to use the inventions on; and, there was no guarantee they would work as they couldn't have possibly tested them on any plantlife. For once, Aphrodite agreed with her critics. There was no guarantee that the inventions would work, to do that, she needed to find a real plant.

Aphrodite grabbed her tank of fertilizer and prepared to set off across the globe in search of a plant. Unfortunately, that would mean saying goodbye to Velenna. At this point, Velenna was starting to doubt the worth and value of her passions, and was considering setting her sights elsewhere. The two shared their heartfelt goodbyes, and split ways.

Aphrodite traveled the globe in search of plantlife. She went to every Haven, every city, and every town. She even hitched rides with Outlanders. Unfortunately, she still received the mockery and scorn of those who met her, and she didn't have Velenna to tell them off or cheer her up.

She reached the final destination of her journey, Haven 2, defeated. She had failed. She searched everywhere. No rock or cave was left unturned in the outlands. And yet, all her attempts were leafless (nevermind fruitless). She was all alone, with nothing to show for it.

And then in an instant, everything changed.

Stalks burst up through the ground. Vines ensnared and constricted buildings. Bots were torn limb from limb by roots. Flowers engulfed. Leafs slammed. Thorns punctured. The world was turned upside down.

And it was beautiful.

Aphrodite was in bliss. So many beautiful and powerful plants, all in one place. New species the likes that had never been seen before. Everything she wanted and desired was surrounding her in abundance. It was heavenly.

After a few minutes of basking in the beauty of plants, she remembered what she was trying to do. She searched through the carnage and found a small swarm of sproutlings fighting with Haven 2's militia. She got close towards a singular sproutling and sprayed. The result was better than imagined. The sproutling grew to gigantic proportions. The roots became sturdier and thicker. More petals encircled the head. Strong, weighty leaf-limbs grew from the Mega-Sproutling's stem. The Mega-Sproutling flexed them, before punching a militia member and instantly shattering them. It then tore through the rest of the militia soldiers.

Aphrodite was jumping with joy and kicking her feet and dancing. All her passions and dreams and hardwork had finally come to fruition.

A roar sounded behind her. A humongous ball of vines stood behind her. The vines moved and bended like snakes, with a pair forming a crude mouth with thorny teeth. The ball roared once again, and started to roll towards her, with no sign of stopping. She ran as fast as she could. Scraping around the buildings swallowed by plant-life. She ran into a dead end. The overgrown alley was blocked off by huge blades of grass, with the only exit being the ball of vines right behind her. Aphrodite winced and shut her eyes.

A slash rung through the Haven.

Aphrodite opened her eyes to see the ball split in half, and another bot standing right in front of her. She was tall and lanky. She turned her blades back into hands. From behind the sliced vines, three more bots approached. One was a large spherical body with a shiny circle on the front. The other had a wavy cloak and a staff that had a bend on the end. The bot in front of both was the biggest. He had a cube body that was rounded on the bottom. Dozens of plants sprouted from the top of him. As he walked through the cut ball, he stopped and caressed it. He sighed, before continuing to approach Aphrodite.

"I saw how you enhanced that sproutling. Very impressive."

"Thank you. Wh- who are you?"

"We are The Gardeners. A group dedicated to the proliferation of nature."

Aphrodite glanced at the lanky bot. "Then why did you cut down those vines?"

The pot bot sighs. "When tending a garden, it is important for all the plants to get the resources they need. No plant is allowed to take more from others. When this occurs, pruning is necessary." His eyes are elsewhere. He escapes. He refocuses on Aphrodite. "Tell me, what is that concoction you use."

Aphrodite clenches her sprayer to her chest. "It's a fertilizer. I based it off human formulas, but clearly it's much more powerful then theirs." She smiled a bit.

"I see, and what made you create such a concoction?"

Aphrodite holds out her sprayer and stares at it. "I've just always loved plants. They're so beautiful. So peaceful. So.. so..."

"Divine."

"Yes! Exactly!" Aphrodite's smile beams.

The pot bot stares at her, examining. "We could use someone with your talents on our team. Join us. And you will see beauty and nature untold."

Aphrodite stares at her sprayer. She could see the green fluids ready to be unleashed. She looks up at the sky. Green tendrils fill the air. Flowers fill the winds. She looks at the pot bot. "I accept."

"Excellent." He says, life flowing through his voice. "Together we will make this world flourish."

Additional Notes

One thing I want to make absolutely clear. The Gardeners are not behind anything. They aren't controlling the scenes. They aren't organizing attacks. They didn't orchestrate the fall of Haven 2 (though one of them was really happy to see it happen). The Gardeners are merely a supportive force. They are helping the Plantoids with their goal. Not the other way around. They're like if Talon actually believed in Null Sector.

For Aphrodite's appearance, I believe you, @purplekoop, wanted to revamp Velenna's design. If so, perhaps you could tweak her old design to fit Aphrodite.

In the present, Aphrodite has a massive crush on Arber. The in-universe reason is because he's half plant (obviously). The out-of-universe explanation is because you said that Velenna really hates Arber, so I thought Aphrodite's crush would be funny and another way to make them direct opposites.

I will do the other member's of The Gardeners later. I got homework due tomorrow and it is currently 11:50 where I'm at. yippe.

The Gardeners are not intended to be playable characters. This is because I didn't want to break your rule of having all characters be playable for the missions (and they can't be for obvious reasons) and also because I didn't want to go through the effort of making movesets. Instead, perhaps The Gardeners can serve as boss battles. I will elaborate in a future post.

Thank you for your time.

[mischievousmary]

Annabeth:saw a spider in my room today and i fumigated the whole place. It smells like bug spray and peppermint in here, my mouth is numb and i guarantee the spider isnt doing much better

[beardedmrbean]

Two men have been arrested in France after allegedly scamming elderly people into paying thousands of euros for bedbug treatment they did not need.

Police in Strasbourg said the men would go to their victims' homes, carry out phoney control services and then overcharge for treatment products.

They added that 48 people had been scammed altogether, many of them women over 90.

Recent months have seen a rise in bedbug infestations across France.

The issue has sparked concern across the country, with senior government officials working on measures to address it.

Entomologists and health experts have warned that the outbreak has also led to a rise in false sightings and unwarranted hysteria.

Authorities said the alleged scammers would phone their victims and tell them there was an infestation in their neighbourhood.

They would then visit the person's home posing as health officials and, using aerosol sprays, pretend to fumigate the space.

Before leaving, they would offer an ointment that they said would keep the bugs away from human skin. The ointment was in fact a simple eucalyptus-scented cream.

Victims would be charged between €300 and €2,100 (£257 and £1,800).

Police said they had received a total of nine formal complaints for suspected fraud.

The suspects were then placed under surveillance and arrested as they left the home of an alleged victim in Strasbourg.

The infestations in Paris have led to fears the problem could spread across the Channel to London.

Speaking to PoliticsJOE in October, London mayor Sadiq Khan said the threat to the capital's public transport system was a "real source of concern".

He said he had been in contact with counterparts in Paris as well as officials at Transport For London to "ensure we don't have that problem".