Warning - gross stuff in a few sentences --> When the winds blow and the lights blink, first I put a flashlight in my pocket. Then I fill two thermos bottles with boiling water, and charge the phone and tablet. I wrap the thermos collection in big towels to keep the heat in, and this tactic works keeps water hot for many hours; I can do dark if I have warm beverages. Last weekend, Mother Nature reminded the Pacific Northwest about who is the boss, the lights went out in a nearby neighborhood, so I made ready. The next day, I went to take care of the thermos collection. Moved the towels and realized while carrying things to the kitchen that the two thermos were teeming with ants. Not one or two, but hundreds. I screamed, tossed everything in the sink and began flushing them away. Eww. Eww to the Nth. Ran the carpet sweeper. Tossed the thirty year old red plastic coffee carafe thermos, because they just kept scurrying out of the bottom. Gah. So all was quiet for a couple days when this afternoon I receive a text from the Lady Downstairs. She was off to purchase munitions because Four Billion ants were on her bathroom floor. Now I have little ant poison party trays all over the Sweet Suite, and I can’t tell if this is my regular headache or if the ant bait is killing me, as well. I feel like a real jerk for messing with them but BAD WORD they are staging some kind of ruthless onslaught with legions of kamikaze warriors. This will not be a night with dreams with glitter farting unicorns.
Posted on: Sat, 05 Oct 2013 05:15:12 +0000