I Hate Ants!

And they looked pretty good

I really hate it when it gets cold.  I don't like feeling cold, I hate getting sick, I don't like hearing James coughing his little lung out in the middle of the night, and I especially hate it when the ANTS decide that it's better inside my house instead of being frozen outside!!!!

So tonight Dan and I went out to dinner, so I wasn't near the sink or even in the kitchen for most of the evening.  Dan didn't feel very well, so he decided to go to bed early and get some sleep.  Because it's early, James and I decided to clean up a little around the house.  James went to push his red truck around and pick up (and drop off) small toys around the kitchen.  While he was doing his job, I went to do the last few dishes in the sink.  That was when I noticed them.

The ants were marching one by one on my counter.

What the heck where they doing there!??!!  Because I'm a kind soul, I killed all of them in the least malicious way...in my ant killing history, that is.  I sprayed the little #$@!#%s with some Fantastik and wiped the lot clear into the trash can.  Those little jerks were actually just strolling around!  There was no food on the counter, nor were they lined up to go anywhere.  They were just strolling!!!  I then finished the dishes and noticed another ant strolling - this time out of the garbage disposal switch.  Then there was another.

and another.
      and another.
             There was a whole procession of ants trooping up the cabinet, down the cabinet, and into James' bottle/milk/snack cupboard.  What were they going to...!?!?  I saw them all congregating around a new unopened bag of arrowroot cookies.  Then I spotted it: there was a tiny ant sized hole near the top of the bag.  I yanked the bag off the shelve and opened it in the sink.  The whole !#$@%$# bag was full of strolling ants!!!!! 

That bag of cookies went straight into the trash (I was so angry, I forgot to take a picture....but like I would like to remember that image!!!!)  The remaining ants were soaped up and swept away, and the few "spies" I saw on the counter were blow torched (with a lighter).  That'll teach those jerks to hole up in my house!!! 

I don't think James will be getting any bags of cookies from me any time soon, so to drown our sorrows, we shared a bowl of ice cream.  It was cold, but oh so sweet!