I am fixin' to freak the hell out.
Ants. Again. I can NOT get rid of the !$^!$%$... They used to come every 6 months or so, but would go away after a few days. I fought them from October 2006 through March of this year... FIVE MONTHS, people. I tried everything. EVERYTHING. I finally called our regular bug guys and they came and sprayed some super expensive ant spray, which didn't work at first, but did seem to get rid of the ants after a second visit.
The bug guys came out in October for the regular quarterly service and sprayed the super expensive ant spray ($98 and some change). I saw some ants last week and paid for a revisit ($50 and some change).
I woke up in a good mood this morning. Everything was okay... Ace has a little fever and was fussy, but nothing I couldn't handle. I was going to make cinnamon raisin pancakes and bacon and eggs, a nice big Sunday breakfast. I was going to clean my car, watch the Saints game, maybe mop the floors.
Nooooo. Now the sons of *#%^&@ are coming in through my laundry room wall. They were all over my island counter top. They were having a field day with all of the crumbs on the counter top that were somehow missed by Clorox wipes. Not to mention Ace's cough syrup that spilled on our giant wooden cutting board. Now? Now I feel them all over my body and crawling in my hair and on my back and my legs... I have a bonafide case of the willies.
They're back. I'm going to stay in a hotel until they are gone. I'm sure as hell not cooking anything. I'm going to have to buy a giant gate to keep Ace out of the kitchen. That's exactly what I need... A coughing, fevery child covered in freakin' ant bites.
I HATE ANTS SO DAMN MUCH.
23 hours ago