Let me just say upfront, before I go any further, that I am not a dirty person. We are not a dirty family.
But the ants? The ants think we are dirty.
At first, there were just a couple of them…one here, one there. We’d vacuum them up with the dustbuster and voila, they were gone.
But then there were a few more. Like maybe 100 throughout the course of a day.
Today, I have lost count. And it is 8:34 am people.
I don’t know where they’re coming from.
I keep killing them.
I am at the point now where I take great pleasure in smashing them. Which incidentally, ants don’t smash that easily. You really have to put some elbow grease into it, just FYI.
And all of this sadistic ant-killing makes me feel a little unnerved.
Please tell me you’ve had this problem, too? (I mean the ant problem. Not the sadistic ant-killing problem.)
Lie to me if you have to.
And while you’re at it, I need to know how to get rid of the little creeps.