blindside

Anyone who missed my room update (with pictures!), go back to the previous journal. I must move on.

Ants! Motherfucking Ants!

As I was headed to bed last night, I notice this little mass of something..
a few hundred ants were writhing all over a pile of (clean and folded but not yet put away) laundry beside my bed., some even going up the side of my bed.
Let me digress and explain that it has been raining daily almost the entire month, so it's just a matter of them seeking higher, drier ground...not that I'm a total slob of a housekeeper who leaves food lying around...and the gaps in my wood floors make an easy in.

So anyways, here I am with this invasion of ants. I go under the sink and, of course, I have NOTHING by way of insect killer. Now I must play the "which cleaning product will be most lethal to these motherbitches" game. Result? About an hour later, I have a mass of very clean, good-smelling ants writhing around in my room.I finally had to grab the pile of laundry, throw it in the hamper, and set it all outside on the porch. I stomped on all of the stragglers I could find.
I managed to make it through the night unbitten. Checked this morning and thought the coast was clear, until I picked up a bag of some of Grace's things a few feet away, and it was infested too.
Merde.
I have to go buy some ant killin stuff today, this is unacceptable!

planeticket planeticket planeticket!


Grace just figured out how to flip the deadbolt...
while I was outside.
Thank goodness the backdoor was unlocked.