There are ants EVERYwhere! In the office, in the kitchen! In the kitchen TWICE!!!!
I hate ants, I hate them hate them hate them.....
It's hot, they're dry, they want sweet (all over the syrup bottle, but not in it). Up the wall into the cupboard. I found them crawling up the wall early today and before I had a chance to follow their trail to find out their entry, Brian had started wiping them off the walls. It took a little detective work, but I found them making their way under the laundry room door.
I sprayed some of that eco-friendly ant spray that smells like cloves (a smell I normally love, but I ain't lovin' it this ayem) and thought I'd stopped the progress.
Imagine my dismay to find even more on the counter and walls just a little bit ago.
I dropped more than one eff bomb. I dropped quite a few, as a matter of fact.
I hate ants. As long as they stay outside and they're not big fat red ants, I'll let them be. But if they're in my house, it's on.
I quickly dispatched the ants in the office, but in the kitchen, man, they're bad. They're very bad. I'm very skeeved out....
A little while later....
Brian walks into the kitchen and I hear "what the .... F*CKING ANTS! They're all over!" I go back into the kitchen...yep. They're back. He started wiping down the counters. "I just wanted to take my pills. Rat bastards."