The War

I am declaring WAR today on the friggin ants that seem determined to ruin my life!

There are two types of bugs that make me lose my natural mind. Flies and ants. Their presence sends me spinning!

When we came to look at the house I saw dead ones in the master bathroom and that was {almost} enough to make me look else where.

But I was won over and I stipulated that I wanted an exterminator to come out...

Well it seems like we got played for dummy's because I am still fighting these demons.

When we had the dog I noticed them a lot but then when we bid her adieu (and yes we changed her name. You can find that post here.) they seemed to go with her.

But not so fast Alex. They just snuck upstairs to the master bathroom ?!?! What would ants want in my bathroom? Drinking water is the answer I seem to be finding online.

But a few weeks ago it seemed that finally I would get a few months of peace because Shawn said it was getting colder and that they would disappear, and they did!

Not so fast Alex! Monday morning I come down to the ant parade in my kitchen!

And again this morning an ant parade in my kitchen! On my counters, in my cupcakes, up the side of the island, EVERYWHERE!

I was screaming, Phoenix was screaming, the phone was ringing, Imagination Movers were singing and the ants were dancing!

Why God?! Why have you forsaken me!

So I did my research online and it gave me some home remedies to try. Because just in case you're wondering, the ant trappers... DO NOT WORK!

I don't love to clean, in fact I don't even like it. But I like living in cleanliness more, so I begrudgingly clean. 

It's not perfect, but it'll suffice and {most} days I wouldn't be to embarrassed when you show up at my house. I don't leave dishes in the sink for more then a few hours in between breakfast and nap time. I don't leave open containers of food.


But the one thing that always gets neglected is the floors. Hardwood floors are &?!#@ to clean. Add in a toddler who walks around with food. A husband who spills cereal when he's trying to sneak it before dinner. And an intermediately  skilled chef who chops and dices without any regards to the flying onions.


And there you have a feast built for the Queen Ant. 


So I dragged myself to the store and bought caulk to close up where they are coming from and a Swiffer Wet Jet (because who doesn't hate the mop and bucket ordeal, right?). Hopefully if I become real anal about the floors and counters the ants might go bother the neighbors (which my sneaky suspension is they are coming from them!)


And top it all off, these sneaky SOB's showed up yesterday too.


Sorry I'm cussing, but I really HATE ants!!!!!