I woke up this morning and had a huge surprise… a kitchen full of ants.
Yes, I said ANTS. Hundreds of the damn things. It took me ages to kill them all. And what a mess. After clearing away the dead bodies I had to scrub the kitchen floor … not the happiest of jobs at my age and my poor back. It made me think! Have I got lazy in my old age or is it because I now pay people to do the jobs for me? Pity nobody was around to help clear the bodies off the floor.
Re ants: yes, I have a powder that is supposed to kill ants. The only thing was I couldn’t get the lid off the container. I swear the ants were rejoicing at that point, but it wasn’t too long before I was able to poison the damn things.
And then the sun came out! Whoopee!
I dashed out as fast as I could because I didn’t want to miss the miracle of warm sunshine. Of course, that wasn’t the end of my outdoor experience…. completely forgetting I was bordering on insanity I began to strip brown leaves off one of the bushes. By this time my back was squealing. It took me all my time to limp back to the house.
I enjoyed the brief attempt at tidying one end of the garden but next time I squeal with delight when the sun shines I shall take myself firmly by the hand and rush back indoors.
Plea…. If anyone sees an ant heading in my direction, please tread on it!