Re: Anyone had success with Tempo SC Ultra and/or Roach Prufe

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Anyone?

Really want to buy one of these concentrated insecticides before the weekend

ends as I have to try something...

Thinking Tempo SC Ultra might be the one...

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Hi SJay,

If you are dealing with mites, insecticides will most probably not work on them.

Mites do belong to the group arachnid. I have been most succesful by washing the

whole house with Lysol and vacuum cleaning as much as possible, but never before

5 p.m. Also, any kind of sulfur products internally and externally did help

tremendously.

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1 month or so.

Thanks again for any insight..

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Thanks for the info!

Do you think this could be mixed with Tempo SC Ultra and sprayed at the same

time?

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> They shut the road through the woods

> Seventy years ago.

> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> And now you would never know

> There was once a road through the woods

> Before they planted the trees.

> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> And the thin anemones.

> Only the keeper sees

> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> And the badgers roll at ease,

> There was once a road through the woods.

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> Yet, if you enter the woods

> Of a summer evening late,

> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> (They fear not men in the woods,

> Because they see so few)

> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> Steadily cantering through

> The misty solitudes,

> As though they perfectly knew

> The old lost road through the woods….

> But there is no road through the woods.

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> The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

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I have had success with RoachPrufe. Any time I start feeling things biting me in my vehicle, I dust the seats with RoachPrufe and the biting stops. I also doused my couch with it...previously I could not sit on the couch without feeling bites, crawling, etc. It's a leather couch and I let it sit for about 2 weeks before vacuuming the Roach prufe up. Now I can sit on it once more. So yes, I have had positive experience with Roach Prufe, but I am beginning to feel that eliminating the vermin in our personal spaces is just a beginning. We must find out and get to the deeper root that causes these things to find us attractive in the first place.

Your friend,

Patti Pike

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Thanks for all of your thoughts.

No I have not...I find them white-ish granules on me all the time mostly at

night...near my ears / nose / eyebrows / eyes / mouth...especially when it is

humid..

Driving in my truck in a traffic jam and it felt like I was being attacked at

the face with these things....they were all over me

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So are you saying that these are coming from inside my body?

Why are they so localized to different areas then?

I thought these were nymph bird mites attempting to enter my orifices?

I have seen A LOT less black pepper ones and mostly white these days...and was

thinking that they were babies...now you have me wondering if it is something

else.

What do you think these granules could be if they are not nymph bird mites?

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I felt a bump on the back of my head (middle of hair) and wondered but now I

think it is gone...

How can something that size come from out of my skin?

How come it is mostly happening in my truck or at night when it is humid?

They manifest just like bird mites - mostly 12-5 AM when it it humid.

When I slept at a friends they were almost non-existent...yet when I slept at a

hotel they progressively got worse...I thought because they were bird mites

multiplying...

UGH.

What if I can't afford a doctor?

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I used to mostly find what looked like grains of pepper a couple of weeks ago.

Now it almost exclusively this granules. Yes they are hard and most are tiny

but I found a relatively larger one yesterday.

I have never SEEN one of these things move but I have felt the crawling all the

time at night when I am trying to sleep.

The granules I find on my face around the orifices. Seemed like they were

coming out of my scalp the other night...

Thanks for asking.

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> They shut the road through the woods

> Seventy years ago.

> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> And now you would never know

> There was once a road through the woods

> Before they planted the trees.

> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> And the thin anemones.

> Only the keeper sees

> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> And the badgers roll at ease,

> There was once a road through the woods.

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> Yet, if you enter the woods

> Of a summer evening late,

> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> (They fear not men in the woods,

> Because they see so few)

> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> Steadily cantering through

> The misty solitudes,

> As though they perfectly knew

> The old lost road through the woods….

> But there is no road through the woods.

> *

> The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

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Perhaps I have bird mites AND a bacterial infection?

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> They shut the road through the woods

> Seventy years ago.

> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> And now you would never know

> There was once a road through the woods

> Before they planted the trees.

> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> And the thin anemones.

> Only the keeper sees

> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> And the badgers roll at ease,

> There was once a road through the woods.

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> Yet, if you enter the woods

> Of a summer evening late,

> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> (They fear not men in the woods,

> Because they see so few)

> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> Steadily cantering through

> The misty solitudes,

> As though they perfectly knew

> The old lost road through the woods….

> But there is no road through the woods.

> *

> The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

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[Guest guest]

Bacteria was out of range on a recent test...labs but I could not afford follow

ups...

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> They shut the road through the woods

> Seventy years ago.

> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> And now you would never know

> There was once a road through the woods

> Before they planted the trees.

> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> And the thin anemones.

> Only the keeper sees

> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> And the badgers roll at ease,

> There was once a road through the woods.

>

> Yet, if you enter the woods

> Of a summer evening late,

> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> (They fear not men in the woods,

> Because they see so few)

> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> Steadily cantering through

> The misty solitudes,

> As though they perfectly knew

> The old lost road through the woods….

> But there is no road through the woods.

> *

> The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

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Thought it was because of the bird mites entering my body or introducing other

organisms into my body...

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> They shut the road through the woods

> Seventy years ago.

> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> And now you would never know

> There was once a road through the woods

> Before they planted the trees.

> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> And the thin anemones.

> Only the keeper sees

> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> And the badgers roll at ease,

> There was once a road through the woods.

>

> Yet, if you enter the woods

> Of a summer evening late,

> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> (They fear not men in the woods,

> Because they see so few)

> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> Steadily cantering through

> The misty solitudes,

> As though they perfectly knew

> The old lost road through the woods….

> But there is no road through the woods.

> *

> The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

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But I feel crawling on my leg across the skin at night?!

Is the fact that they seem to come out when it is humid because I am mildly

sweating and so the pores are open?

How come I immediately start itching when I am in my truck?

People always itch uncontrollably around me! Usually the back of their necks...

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> > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > And now you would never know

> > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > And the thin anemones.

> > > Only the keeper sees

> > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > There was once a road through the woods.

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> > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > Because they see so few)

> > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > Steadily cantering through

> > > The misty solitudes,

> > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > But there is no road through the woods.

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> > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

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> They shut the road through the woods

> Seventy years ago.

> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> And now you would never know

> There was once a road through the woods

> Before they planted the trees.

> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> And the thin anemones.

> Only the keeper sees

> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> And the badgers roll at ease,

> There was once a road through the woods.

>

> Yet, if you enter the woods

> Of a summer evening late,

> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> (They fear not men in the woods,

> Because they see so few)

> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> Steadily cantering through

> The misty solitudes,

> As though they perfectly knew

> The old lost road through the woods….

> But there is no road through the woods.

> *

> The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

>

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But I feel crawling on my leg across the skin at night?!

Is the fact that they seem to come out when it is humid because I am mildly

sweating and so the pores are open?

How come I immediately start itching when I am in my truck?

People always itch uncontrollably around me! Usually the back of their necks...

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> > > > > > > > > > > Rita had said that she was able to eliminate them using

> > > > > > > > primarily

> > > > > > > > > > these two products!

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> > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > Seventy years ago.

> > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > And now you would never know

> > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > And the thin anemones.

> > > Only the keeper sees

> > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > There was once a road through the woods.

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> > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > Because they see so few)

> > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > Steadily cantering through

> > > The misty solitudes,

> > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > *

> > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

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> --

> They shut the road through the woods

> Seventy years ago.

> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> And now you would never know

> There was once a road through the woods

> Before they planted the trees.

> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> And the thin anemones.

> Only the keeper sees

> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> And the badgers roll at ease,

> There was once a road through the woods.

>

> Yet, if you enter the woods

> Of a summer evening late,

> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> (They fear not men in the woods,

> Because they see so few)

> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> Steadily cantering through

> The misty solitudes,

> As though they perfectly knew

> The old lost road through the woods….

> But there is no road through the woods.

> *

> The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

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I thought that I may have had one attached and I live around lots of huge trees.

Thanks again for caring to answer.

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> > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > And now you would never know

> > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > And the thin anemones.

> > > Only the keeper sees

> > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > There was once a road through the woods.

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> > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > Because they see so few)

> > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > Steadily cantering through

> > > The misty solitudes,

> > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > But there is no road through the woods.

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> > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

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Is there anything I can do to get rid of them environmentally?

Anything natural I can do to help the internal issue?

I bought garlic and yogurt today

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> > > > They shut the road through the woods

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> > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > And now you would never know

> > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > And the thin anemones.

> > > > Only the keeper sees

> > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > There was once a road through the woods.

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> > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > Because they see so few)

> > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > Steadily cantering through

> > > > The misty solitudes,

> > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > > But there is no road through the woods.

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> > > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

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How do you take the olive leaf?

Is it an extract taken orally?

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> > >> > > > They shut the road through the woods

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> > >> > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > >> > > > And now you would never know

> > >> > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > >> > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > >> > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > >> > > > And the thin anemones.

> > >> > > > Only the keeper sees

> > >> > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > >> > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > >> > > > There was once a road through the woods.

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> > >> > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > >> > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > >> > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > >> > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > >> > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > >> > > > Because they see so few)

> > >> > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > >> > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > >> > > > Steadily cantering through

> > >> > > > The misty solitudes,

> > >> > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > >> > > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > >> > > > But there is no road through the woods.

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> > >> > There was once a road through the woods

> > >> > Before they planted the trees.

> > >> > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > >> > And the thin anemones.

> > >> > Only the keeper sees

> > >> > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > >> > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > >> > There was once a road through the woods.

> > >> >

> > >> > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > >> > Of a summer evening late,

> > >> > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > >> > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > >> > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > >> > Because they see so few)

> > >> > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > >> > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > >> > Steadily cantering through

> > >> > The misty solitudes,

> > >> > As though they perfectly knew

> > >> > The old lost road through the woods….

> > >> > But there is no road through the woods.

> > >> > *

> > >> > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> > >> >

> > >>

> > >>

> > >>

> > >>

> > >> --

> > >> They shut the road through the woods

> > >> Seventy years ago.

> > >> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > >> And now you would never know

> > >> There was once a road through the woods

> > >> Before they planted the trees.

> > >> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > >> And the thin anemones.

> > >> Only the keeper sees

> > >> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > >> And the badgers roll at ease,

> > >> There was once a road through the woods.

> > >>

> > >> Yet, if you enter the woods

> > >> Of a summer evening late,

> > >> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > >> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > >> (They fear not men in the woods,

> > >> Because they see so few)

> > >> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > >> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > >> Steadily cantering through

> > >> The misty solitudes,

> > >> As though they perfectly knew

> > >> The old lost road through the woods….

> > >> But there is no road through the woods.

> > >>

> > >> The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> > >

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Well I had mold in my bathroom (pretty severe) but I tested positive for higher

than normal Bacteria...indicating a bacterial infection.

So I was going to start treating that...

Bad idea you think?

Can't I do something about the mold spores? Sprayed Lysol throughout the house

today...

> > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > Rita had said that she was able to eliminate

> > > them using

> > > > > > > > > > primarily

> > > > > > > > > > > > these two products!

> > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > Any experiences sincerely appreciated...

> > > > > > > > > > > > >

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> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > --

> > > > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > > > Seventy years ago.

> > > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > > And now you would never know

> > > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > > And the thin anemones.

> > > > > Only the keeper sees

> > > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > > >

> > > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > > Because they see so few)

> > > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > > Steadily cantering through

> > > > > The misty solitudes,

> > > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > > > *

> > > > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

500 mg x 3?

Is there anything special I should look for when choosing a brand?

> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > Rita had said that she was able to eliminate

> > > >> them using

> > > >> > > > > > > > > primarily

> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > these two products!

> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > Any experiences sincerely appreciated...

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> > > >> > > > --

> > > >> > > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > >> > > > Seventy years ago.

> > > >> > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > >> > > > And now you would never know

> > > >> > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > >> > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > >> > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > >> > > > And the thin anemones.

> > > >> > > > Only the keeper sees

> > > >> > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > >> > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > >> > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > >> > > >

> > > >> > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > >> > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > >> > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > >> > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > >> > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > >> > > > Because they see so few)

> > > >> > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > >> > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > >> > > > Steadily cantering through

> > > >> > > > The misty solitudes,

> > > >> > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > >> > > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > >> > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > >> > > > *

> > > >> > > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> > > >> > > >

> > > >> > >

> > > >> > >

> > > >> > >

> > > >> >

> > > >> >

> > > >> >

> > > >> > --

> > > >> > They shut the road through the woods

> > > >> > Seventy years ago.

> > > >> > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > >> > And now you would never know

> > > >> > There was once a road through the woods

> > > >> > Before they planted the trees.

> > > >> > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > >> > And the thin anemones.

> > > >> > Only the keeper sees

> > > >> > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > >> > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > >> > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > >> >

> > > >> > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > >> > Of a summer evening late,

> > > >> > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > >> > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > >> > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > >> > Because they see so few)

> > > >> > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > >> > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > >> > Steadily cantering through

> > > >> > The misty solitudes,

> > > >> > As though they perfectly knew

> > > >> > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > >> > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > >> > *

> > > >> > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> > > >> >

> > > >>

> > > >>

> > > >>

> > > >>

> > > >> --

> > > >> They shut the road through the woods

> > > >> Seventy years ago.

> > > >> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > >> And now you would never know

> > > >> There was once a road through the woods

> > > >> Before they planted the trees.

> > > >> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > >> And the thin anemones.

> > > >> Only the keeper sees

> > > >> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > >> And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > >> There was once a road through the woods.

> > > >>

> > > >> Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > >> Of a summer evening late,

> > > >> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > >> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > >> (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > >> Because they see so few)

> > > >> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > >> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > >> Steadily cantering through

> > > >> The misty solitudes,

> > > >> As though they perfectly knew

> > > >> The old lost road through the woods….

> > > >> But there is no road through the woods.

> > > >>

> > > >> The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> > > >

> > > >

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Thanks again as always.

Anyone have experience with olive leaf extract?

Do the capsules still work if you break them open and pour in water?

(I try not to give my body more to break down when possible)

What would be realistic for me is taking it upon rising and before bed...but

unsure of brand / formulation / dosage.

> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > Rita had said that she was able to eliminate

> > > > >> them using

> > > > >> > > > > > > > > primarily

> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > these two products!

> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > Any experiences sincerely appreciated...

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> > > > >> > > >

> > > > >> > > > --

> > > > >> > > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > > >> > > > Seventy years ago.

> > > > >> > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > >> > > > And now you would never know

> > > > >> > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > > >> > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > > >> > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > >> > > > And the thin anemones.

> > > > >> > > > Only the keeper sees

> > > > >> > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > >> > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > >> > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > > >> > > >

> > > > >> > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > >> > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > > >> > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > >> > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > >> > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > >> > > > Because they see so few)

> > > > >> > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > >> > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > >> > > > Steadily cantering through

> > > > >> > > > The misty solitudes,

> > > > >> > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > > >> > > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > > >> > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > > >> > > > *

> > > > >> > > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> > > > >> > > >

> > > > >> > >

> > > > >> > >

> > > > >> > >

> > > > >> >

> > > > >> >

> > > > >> >

> > > > >> > --

> > > > >> > They shut the road through the woods

> > > > >> > Seventy years ago.

> > > > >> > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > >> > And now you would never know

> > > > >> > There was once a road through the woods

> > > > >> > Before they planted the trees.

> > > > >> > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > >> > And the thin anemones.

> > > > >> > Only the keeper sees

> > > > >> > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > >> > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > >> > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > > >> >

> > > > >> > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > >> > Of a summer evening late,

> > > > >> > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > >> > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > >> > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > >> > Because they see so few)

> > > > >> > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > >> > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > >> > Steadily cantering through

> > > > >> > The misty solitudes,

> > > > >> > As though they perfectly knew

> > > > >> > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > > >> > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > > >> > *

> > > > >> > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> > > > >> >

> > > > >>

> > > > >>

> > > > >>

> > > > >>

> > > > >> --

> > > > >> They shut the road through the woods

> > > > >> Seventy years ago.

> > > > >> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > >> And now you would never know

> > > > >> There was once a road through the woods

> > > > >> Before they planted the trees.

> > > > >> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > >> And the thin anemones.

> > > > >> Only the keeper sees

> > > > >> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > >> And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > >> There was once a road through the woods.

> > > > >>

> > > > >> Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > >> Of a summer evening late,

> > > > >> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > >> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > >> (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > >> Because they see so few)

> > > > >> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > >> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > >> Steadily cantering through

> > > > >> The misty solitudes,

> > > > >> As though they perfectly knew

> > > > >> The old lost road through the woods….

> > > > >> But there is no road through the woods.

> > > > >>

> > > > >> The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Stupid question maybe but does blowing fresh air in the house help alleviate

mold / mold spores?

Bathroom window has been shut still from the winter...

> > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > Rita had said that she was able to eliminate them using

> > > > > > > > primarily

> > > > > > > > > > these two products!

> > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > Any experiences sincerely appreciated...

> > > > > > > > > > >

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> > > --

> > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > Seventy years ago.

> > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > And now you would never know

> > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > And the thin anemones.

> > > Only the keeper sees

> > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > >

> > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > Because they see so few)

> > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > Steadily cantering through

> > > The misty solitudes,

> > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > *

> > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

I would like to see this as well please

I am proof that this happens.

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > Rita had said that she was able to eliminate them using

> > > > > > > > > primarily

> > > > > > > > > > > these two products!

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > Any experiences sincerely appreciated...

> > > > > > > > > > > >

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> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > --

> > > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > > Seventy years ago.

> > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > And now you would never know

> > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > And the thin anemones.

> > > > Only the keeper sees

> > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > >

> > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > Because they see so few)

> > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > Steadily cantering through

> > > > The misty solitudes,

> > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > > *

> > > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> > > >

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

>

>

>

> --

> They shut the road through the woods

> Seventy years ago.

> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> And now you would never know

> There was once a road through the woods

> Before they planted the trees.

> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> And the thin anemones.

> Only the keeper sees

> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> And the badgers roll at ease,

> There was once a road through the woods.

>

> Yet, if you enter the woods

> Of a summer evening late,

> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> (They fear not men in the woods,

> Because they see so few)

> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> Steadily cantering through

> The misty solitudes,

> As though they perfectly knew

> The old lost road through the woods….

> But there is no road through the woods.

> *

> The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

>

[Guest guest]

You don't think crushing garlic cloves will work?

Or are the pills more concentrated / potent?

I'm in CT.

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Rita had said that she was able to

> > eliminate

> > > > > > them using

> > > > > > > > > > > > > primarily

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > these two products!

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Any experiences sincerely appreciated...

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

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> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > --

> > > > > > > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > > > > > > Seventy years ago.

> > > > > > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > > > > > And now you would never know

> > > > > > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > > > > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > > > > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > > > > > And the thin anemones.

> > > > > > > > Only the keeper sees

> > > > > > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > > > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > > > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > > > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > > > > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > > > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > > > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > > > > > Because they see so few)

> > > > > > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > > > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > > > > > Steadily cantering through

> > > > > > > > The misty solitudes,

> > > > > > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > > > > > > The old lost road through the woodsÃÆ'¢â‚Ã

> > ‚¬Ã‚¦.

> > > > > > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > > > > > > *

> > > > > > > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

I'm starting to think it would be a better idea to buy one of those super

blaster squirt guns and shoot off a whole bottle of insecticide up there ;]

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > Rita had said that she was able to eliminate them using

> > > > > > > > > primarily

> > > > > > > > > > > these two products!

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > Any experiences sincerely appreciated...

> > > > > > > > > > > >

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> > > >

> > > > --

> > > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > > Seventy years ago.

> > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > And now you would never know

> > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > And the thin anemones.

> > > > Only the keeper sees

> > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > >

> > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > Because they see so few)

> > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > Steadily cantering through

> > > > The misty solitudes,

> > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > > *

> > > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> > > >

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > --

> > They shut the road through the woods

> > Seventy years ago.

> > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > And now you would never know

> > There was once a road through the woods

> > Before they planted the trees.

> > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > And the thin anemones.

> > Only the keeper sees

> > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > There was once a road through the woods.

> >

> > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > Of a summer evening late,

> > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > Because they see so few)

> > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > Steadily cantering through

> > The misty solitudes,

> > As though they perfectly knew

> > The old lost road through the woods….

> > But there is no road through the woods.

> >

> > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> >

>

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> > > > > > > > > > > > these two products!

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> > > > > --

> > > > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > > > Seventy years ago.

> > > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > > And now you would never know

> > > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > > And the thin anemones.

> > > > > Only the keeper sees

> > > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > > >

> > > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > > Because they see so few)

> > > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > > Steadily cantering through

> > > > > The misty solitudes,

> > > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > > > *

> > > > > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > --

> > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > Seventy years ago.

> > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > And now you would never know

> > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > And the thin anemones.

> > > Only the keeper sees

> > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > >

> > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > Because they see so few)

> > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > Steadily cantering through

> > > The misty solitudes,

> > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > >

> > > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> > >

> >

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