They’re baaaaack…

So I was trying to think about what to blog about today (I really should stop doing that). I didn’t think you wanted to hear about the thirty minutes I spent trying to flip my deceivingly, enormously heavy mattress all by myself (successfully, thank you). Or how I stayed up until midnight reading Harry Potter 7…only to switch to Suduko puzzles because the battle scene was starting to scare me (I am such a wuss when it’s dark out). Or about how I finally finished all of my scrapbook layouts for 2008 (only seven months late, thank you very much).

So of course I came home from pool-lounging at Crisanna’s to find the ant invasion had regrouped.

I know I just posted about this tiny little problem yesterday, but remember – I lived through it all on Thursday night. I’ve dealt with a few stragglers since then, but that’s it. My Insignificant Other had convinced me last night that I had faced the last of the stragglers (it was his term, in fact) and to get some Home Defense spray from Home Depot and I would be all set. He said ants were highly organized Mafiosos beings, and that once you disrupt their outings, they stay gone. Then this afternoon, Crisanna and another friend who was at her house told me to get some bait and I’d be fine. And since I hadn’t seen any ants since The Big Invasion, I thought maybe I was okay.

Insert wild, raucous laughter of the gods here.

The good news is that I found what I think they were after: a little bit of spilled honey in one cabinet. (Scoured. With bleach.) And my martini mixers in the pantry. Those ants were tiny enough to squeeze in between the bottle and the sealant on the cap, and basically, it was sugar water in liquid form. With a little food coloring thrown in for good looks. So I got rid of that. The other good news is that maybe, maybe, maybe I found where they were coming from. Remember how I said they were mostly along the doorjamb? I thought that was because it was their superhighway between the food pantry and the counter, which was serving as a side street to the cabinets. Turns out it was more than that – it was a superhighway into the house, which then branched into two directions: for Martini Mixer turn left, for Honey bear right. I somehow managed to resist spraying two ants and watched them crawl into a gap between the wood and the floor. I haven’t seen anymore go in or out, so maybe they were just looking for a good hiding spot to get the heck out of dodge, but it’s the best guess I’ve got.

So. Here’s hoping that between the removal of the offensive objects and the Bug Guy (who I hadn’t yet canceled) spraying tomorrow, I can bid a fond farewell to my creepy pets. Turns out, I am much more of a dog person than I thought.

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