Ant Invasion!

I went down to the kitchen this morning all sleepy-eyed, ready to cook some eggs for breakfast, and I nearly screamed when I looked at the counter tops. Ants! Traveling all along our countertops in neat little rows, then fanning out all over the damn place.

It was my fault, really. I didn't clean up the salad from yesterday's meal. I just put the bowls in the sink and said fuck it, I'll do it tomorrow. That's when the ants moved in. They must have been watching me from the shadowy depths of the kitchen's walls, waiting to attack.

Luckily, we have some heavy duty ant spray we keep under the sink, because let's face it, where we live an ant invasion is practically unavoidable this time of year unless perhaps you're Nancy Neat Freak, which, as we all know, I am not. Yes, I'll admit that I sometimes leave dishes from dinner till the next morning. Sometimes worse. So sue me.

Hopefully I killed most of the invading ants and obliterated any trail they might have established in the night. My kitchen looks like a war zone. Ant carcasses everywhere. But the salad bowls are cleaned and for now, the counters are doused in ant killer. Now, let's just hope I can get them clean again enough to prepare food on.

I fucking hate ants.