This morning I woke up intending to make coffee, shower, dress Sesame and leave for a city 2 hours north of here.
What did I end up doing???
Cleaning my entire kitchen counter off.
The whole kitchen is evacuated.
I went to make coffee and found ants.
Not just a tiny trail as the song states.
It was more like, "the ants go marching 50 by 50,
the ants go marching 50 by 50
My kitchen was clean too.
I cleaned it yesterday.
I moved everything to my kitchen table
Sprayed the backsplash/wall area with raid
blocked the area off for all furry creatures and
fuzzy headed little girls
Went to McDonald's drive thru for breakfast
carried the coffee pot upstairs
(because, let's face it, who can handle an ant invasion on a husbandless Saturday morning without coffee!)
turned on Elmo,
and let Sesame zone out.
I let her zone out so I could itch my entire body.
Ants, especially in droves, make me itchy.
Almost as much as the word lice.
Ten bucks says your itching now too.
My plan is to attack the area with bleach, and vinegar, and
Jack Daniels alcohol, and any other kind of product that could possibly kill, destroy or annihilate the ants.
All during nap time of course.
The last thing I need is Sesame helping clean with Raid.
When husband arrives home, we're calling the Terminex man,
or, whomever you call these days.