I tried the gentle approach first. I’d scoop them up with a tissue and whisper, "Go, be free, little land shrimp." Then I’d release them outside, feeling like a hero.
But they always come back. I swear they have a GPS tracker. I’ll put one out the front door, and fifteen minutes later, a different one is in my cereal bowl. Coincidence? I think not.
So, I got mean. I bought a dehumidifier. This thing is a beast. It sucks the moisture out of the air like a thirsty vampire. It makes the air feel like the Sahara Desert.
Guess what? The woodlice hate it. They started migrating away from the dehumidifier like tiny refugees. I even saw one trying to climb inside a half-empty glass of water. Desperate times.
The Sneaky Entry Points
You have to play detective. Check your baseboards. Check the seals around your doors. Check under your fridge.
I found a whole colony living behind my washing machine. They had set up a little city back there. I imagine they had a mayor and a tiny town hall meeting every Tuesday.
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I sealed every crack I could find with caulk. It was oddly satisfying. Like putting a lid on a jar of creepy-crawlies. Mostly, it worked.
