August 22nd, 2008

Out, Out, Damn Ants (and a word from my husband)

We have been invaded by ants. They started out as little tiny ants and then grew into these big, intimidating, black ants. We thought we had them under control. A few strategically placed Hot Shots ant traps, and the party wa sover. Or so we thought. We came home after a cool outing with the in-laws, and to my dismay there was a meeting of the ants, well, EVERYWHERE. I was disgusted and after beating the hell out of a dozen or so of them, my husband went to the stor to buy more traps and some spray. Now I know that children and bug spray don’t mix, but I when weighing the odds, killing the ants seemed safer than letting them shack up with my daughter in the house. So, we opened all the windows, closed SWHS’s bedroom door (where for the first time in a week she was sleeping peacefully), and went to town spraying the hell out these disgusting insects. And after poisoning our lungs, we laid traps behind the furniture. Then, I took a shower, grabbed the little one and took her into my fume-free room where we could both sleep without gagging.

I only saw ants in the living room and kitchen, but I need to check the bedrooms too. I om going to be on a cleaning mission this weekend, so ant’s beware. But if the spay and traps don’t work, I am going to call the landlord and demand that he get an exterminator.

In other news, read a totally awesome post from my husband.