The death of BELOR!

My nemesis.  It's a constant battle in most homes.  I even have a Portuguese housekeeper come twice a week and still...

... IT LIVES. 

 Mold. 

 Belor in Portuguese. 

 The weather is so unforgiving right now, I can't fight and expect victory.

Some of our windows aren't very secure and the rain seeps in.  Because there is no heat, hot showers are a must.  Most days lately, the wind has been too strong and cold to open the windows.  

Moisture, cool temperatures, and no moving ventilation;  all needed for Belor to flourish.  

So most days of my cleaning are spent seeking out Belor and killing it!

Poor Sarahjane, when she chose her room in the summer, it was because of the window facing the beautiful grape vineyard.  Now her nights are hell, and my days busy. 

 The last renter kept his dog in her room.  "Jack"  had learned to open the window with his paws, evidently breaking the seal.

  On high wind days it screams in pain, and on rainy days it cries. 

 I keep moving her bed further and further away from that wall, but the room is not very big.

  And belor knows no boundaries.

I know part of my haste in moving is the misery in our quarters. 

 A new home!  At least there I will have a fighting chance.  The odds will be better although still not guaranteed.   I will prepare myself with the tools of extermination. 

 My garlic will be "dehumidifiers", my crosses "damp-rid", all placed strategically throughout the house.  With a bottle of Clorox bleach holstered on my hip at the ready.....

.... I will fight a good fight.  Nao esconderes Belor!