I'm having a problem with ants, and the problem is mainly that they're in my apartment. I keep spraying them with Windex as they pour in through the gap in the wall. I can only assume it's this bad because the ground is so wet. It's certainly not because my apartment is dirty. The flying ones are really pissing me off. They're hard to kill with Windex, and they like to land in my hair.
Every little itch I have now, I think it's a fucking ant. I wonder how many have crawled up my nose while I'm asleep.
Every little itch I have now, I think it's a fucking ant. I wonder how many have crawled up my nose while I'm asleep.
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Have you read "The Devil and commodity fetishism in South America" by Michael Taussig?
I think we'll be on I-90, a bit south of there, but if we find ourselves in Minneapolis, juice boxes sound like a good idea. We're driving with the dog, though, that complicates our lives as well.