I should have taken a clue from the first deep cleaning I did of our house when I found a long line of dead ants in the carpet under the window.
Wow, I thought,
they must of had a big ant problem before we moved in.
Good thing they took care of that. Little did I know that was just a hint of what was to come. I quickly learned that we could not leave cookies on the counter uncovered over night. We woke up the next morning and they were swarming with ants. Next it was the medicine cabinet. Apparently ants have a thing for cough drops as well. This week has been particularly bad. One night I was making dinner and I suddenly realized there was a thick black moving line leading along the cupboard into my baking goods shelf. I was so overwhelmed with how many there were that I interrupted Sean from studying and asked him to help me. After taking everything outside, killing the ants and then making sure each item we brought in was ant free, needless to to say, dinner was very late.
The very next day I was still letting my cupboard air out from all the chemicals I sprayed in them. I decided to read my scriptures. I took out my Book or Mormon and went to the couch with out thinking about it. The next thing I knew I was covered in ants! I ran out side jumping up and down and swatting the little things off me. I probably looked like a fool. I was so frustrated that I yelled
I HATE ANTS! Just so Sean could hear me up in his study and so he would know that we had been struck again. This didn't turn out to be the best picture but see if you can play I spy and find the line of ants going into my scripture bad.
Really?! My Scripture bag?! Where will they hit next?! I don't know how much more I can take of this before we have to call in a real exterminator and get the whole place fumigated or something.
