When we had our termite inspection they guy told us that there were tons of ants around our house. We knew ants had been bad this year because we didn't really have winter around here. In fact, we'd had some ants at our apartment as well. So, the guy offered to come spray once we moved in.
Last night I came home after being away for a couple days. I put my bags on the table and started petting the kittens. I noticed that they weren't really paying attention to me, but kept staring at the floor. That's when I found them...
There were hundreds, quite possibly thousands of them. Tiny little ants. An entire colony crawling across my kitchen floor, up the side of my beautiful white cabinets, and landing themselves in the middle of the two slices of chocolate cake remaining in the pan. Heather was lucky enough to be on the phone with me when I found them. She couldn't understand much of what I was saying because I was squealing in a high pitch voice. *Sorta like that friends episode where Rachel is telling everyone goodbye before going to Paris.* Anyway, the ants were everywhere.
So, at ten last night I was on my way to WalMart to pick up ant sprays and I worked for two hours trying to kill as many of the little critters as I could. I put traps outside the door where they were coming in. I sprayed there little ant butts with multi-task cleaner and then sucked the dead bugs up the vacuum cleaner. This morning there are still ants, but not as many. Oh, and ant guy is coming out to spray later!
Take that Nicholasville Ant Colony! I can overcome you!
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