The very first summer that Laurie and I lived together, I was so impressed with myself when I got up one Saturday morning and went to the Fayetteville Farmer's Market and bought this darling homemade box full of flowers. I put it on our fireplace and it just looked so cute and I felt so grown up. You can now hear the record player come to a scratch............................one night I picked up the "darling" box and there were no less than a MILLION ants crawling under neath. Between my screaming, I insisted to Laurie that we needed to pack our things immediately because there was no way I was going to continue to live in that duplex where all of those ants had been. I'm sure we lost a ton of brain cells that night from all the raid I sprayed in our house.
That was 11 years ago and I haven't really seen an ant since UNTIL a little over a week ago. I happened to glance down in the laundry room at Dawson's bowl of food and it was CRAWLING with ants. I grabbed the bowl and threw it in the trash (amidst my screams). And this is the cute dog bowl set I had looked for for a while but it is gone with the wind now. The ants started getting worse and worse until last Thursday night I walked in my pantry and ants were EVERYWHERE. Scott doesn't understand why I completely freaked out. He kept saying "it's just ants". JUST ANTS? JUST ANTS? I tore every last item out of our pantry and bleached every thing down and threw away everything that wasn't sealed inside a can or package. (Oh well - we ARE on a diet anyway).
I was off on Friday and my prince charming (a.k.a. the bug guy) came and sprayed and put down something that is supposed to take 2 weeks to take effect and also left me with several traps. He was so nice and not only that........we got home last night and I have YET to lay eyes on an ant. (I'm sure the 20 degree nights may have something to do with it) but I'm praying that my days of ants are over.
The "LOTness" of it All
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3 comments:
When I saw the title of this entry, I thought it might be a nice ode to Dave. I'm sorry about the ants, and I'm really sorry about Dawson's food bowl, it was really cute. Maybe he lured the ants in as his way of telling you he would rather have one that's not pink :)
This is SO funny! But it's too bad that you lost a cute dog bowl over the deal. Be glad you weren't at our house last night--I killed a brown recluse spider in our bathtub right before bed--yikes! :)
I kept that darling flower box until we moved three weeks ago! ha!
I will never forget how you screamed about the ants and also LEPT around as you were screaming.
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