Bugs. That’s what bugs me.
Specifically, ants.
Those little teeny tiny black sh-thead ants.
With the torrential rains, they have decided that inside our home is a nice warm place to hang out.
Sonsabitches.
First they were all over the bathroom. In the tub, in the sink, on all the countertops, on the ceiling. : shudder :
So The Good Man (formerly known as The Cute Boy™) went to battle and cleaned up, shoved orange oil in all the corners and got them away from the bathroom.
It was only momentary peace.
This morning they’d formed a marching line in a circle around the kitchen. Across the hallway carpet, to the cat bowl, then under the cabinets where the crumbs go and back to home base.
Gah!
Now, I’m used to having bugs about. I grew up in New Mexico. I remember turning on the garage light and having the whole floor in motion as roaches ran.
And this home I live in now is pretty spidery too. Those are my least favorite of all.
But these ants. Oh! How they make me nutty! The Good Man encourages me to be Zen about them. “They do what they do” and “They are just trying to survive”.
He’s a better man than me, that’s for sure.
Meanwhile, battle continues.
(this photo isn’t from our house, just one I found on the web. It’s pretty much what the INSIDE of our home looks like. GAH!)
