An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Tiny Marching Feet

ants in the pantry . . .

the fault of he-who-must-not-be-named who for some reason always feels the need to repack a half empty juice box back into his lunch box to bring home . . .

a little bit the fault of she-who-must-not-be-named who forgot to unpack his backpack . . .

i am creeped out . . .

i am in battle mode.

4 comments:

GrandmaK said...

I can see the battle lines forming..."the ants go marching 7 by 7" and you with the Raid. Know just how you feel...You go girl!!! Cathy

Ellen Stewart (aka Ellie/El) said...

Arrrgghh, that happened to me when Mac started sixth grade. Instead of storing their lunch boxes in a class bin, they were responsible for them while they played at recess. He set his down, played basketball, picked it up and brought it home a few hours later. I can't remember what the leftover was that beckoned them 'cause all I saw was blackness and a multitude of legs!

Ahhh, Mommyhood!

Missy (Two Little Monkeys) said...

Oh no! I noticed a trail of ants at our back door just the other day.
The best ant killer I have found is called Terro. It is at Hardware stores like Ace Hardware. It kills them within 4-5 hours and they are gone. Best stuff!

Kim H. said...

You have ants. Dear hubby got chiggers. I am battling mosquitos ALL FLIPPIN' DAY LONG! Today, I killed like 6 in the house -- they're eating the kids alive while they sleep.

I HATE BUGS!!!