It started with a spider here and a spider there. The hubs can usually tell when I've spotted one cause the screams could break glass. Monday morning I pulled the scale out to see how much damage I'd done over the past few months and found one hiding underneath. EEK! There's motivation NEVER to weigh myself again. EVER. Guess the spider picked a good home. Then yesterday I saw a few ants by the patio door. Less offensive then spiders, but still unnerving. I got a paper towel and attempted to smoosh them. Fail. Dang these are some hearty ants. So I grab my Dyson hand vac figuring it's super sweet tornadic action will kill them for sure.
:::looks in clear dust container:::
WTF They're still alive in there. No freakin' way.
:::runs Dyson for a solid minute:::
What are these....super ants!
I busted out my kill spray and went all along the baseboards and exterior door frames. Got you now suckas!
This morning as I sit, enjoying my coffee and watching The Hills....I look to my right. Ants. Ugh, let the massacre continue!