Thursday, April 3, 2008

The Ants Go Marching On, With a Chip On Their Back, Look at That!

One of the biggest reasons we moved 6 months ago just 3 blocks down the street after having just moved 300 miles across Texas six months before that was because we had a huge and very serious ant problem. These were not just a few ants climbing around on a piece of potato left haphazardly under the table after last week’s meal. These were ants attacking the food on the stove while the family was still in the dining room eating. Ants on clean laundry that you have just folded and laid down on what you know was an ant free table when you started folding clothes. Ants with tools that hack their way into a jar of peanut butter in the pantry with it’s tightly closed lid. These were some sort of metamorphosed insect with brains and powers beyond any human understanding and I decided I was not too proud to say, “You win crazy mutant ants, I’m out of here.”

So we moved into our ant free home and have been enjoying an ant free existence… until now.

After two hours on the sofa watching O.C. reruns last night I needed to stretch out. I sprawled out on the floor and found myself face to face with tiny little ants swarming the carpet. The vacuum cleaner was in the baby’s room and I did not want to disturb him so my husband got a paper towel and began to pick them up one by one. He got what he could find and I decided I had stretched enough and opted for my perch on the couch once again. Though I still felt tiny little ant legs crawling up and down my arms and legs. There were of course no ants anywhere on me, I know from the 3 no’s and 1 dirty look I received from N every time I asked him to check me over just one more time. He did tell me when we got in bed later that he could see potato chip crumbs moving conspicuously across the carpet for the rest of the evening. A sad connotation on our family’s eating habits, when the food seeking pests find more tempting morsels on the living room floor than in the kitchen. More time spent at TV trays then around the dining room table I guess.

This summer I will fight the good fight and I will not be forced to leave my home despite their hostile takeover attempts.

1 comment:

  1. Sarah, let me be the first to congratulate you on your blogging. You always put smiles on our faces as you grew up in the Dearinger household and you put a smile on my face once again. I am looking forward to reading more. Keep blogging and make the world smile. Dad


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