Ants are frickin’ everywhere in our home – in the bathroom
sinks, on the kitchen walls, on the bed covered with a freshly laundered (!)
bed sheet, in clean diapers, in my clothes and even in the most unlikely place
like in a container filled with cotton buds.
Although we do have the occasional bits of food on the floor
– thanks to a 2 year-old toddler, it is not like we live in a filthy place
where we have crumbs of food all over the apartment to throw these ants a gala
dinner.
Where these pesky little things came from, I have absolutely
no idea. They are not always there all the time, but I have seen them crawling
out of the tiny little holes on the walls or from the floor. They tend to show
up just like that, and when they appear, they appeared by the hundreds in
several different splotches around the house – it’s like our home has become an
ant rest-stop for them enroute to wherever ant farm they come from.
These little pesky creatures bite too. And they bite nasty.
We have tried several different methods to get rid of them, but after a few
weeks, they never fail to come back to haunt the living daylight out of me.
I hate ‘em ants. I have had an intense dislike for them
since I was about 8 years old - I was bitten by a bunch of red ants while
playing in a playground one fine day. I remember the burning sensation, the
intense itch that got too painful to bear as days went by. It got infected real
bad with pus oozing out so bad (I scratched the bite in my sleep) that I could
not walk for days on end. The nasty bite
left a gaping hole on my left foot, and to this day, I still bear the battle
scar on my foot where the hole which was infected by some useless bunch of fire ants used to be.
I am your classic ant-hater. I would love to learn the
know-hows in creating an ant holocaust from readers out there who care to share
on eradicating pesky little ants for good!
Thursday, December 27, 2012
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