Well, the ants aren't gone. Yesterday I did kill about 45 (literally) within about 3-4 hours.
It. was. not. a. good. day.
My husband may or may not have gotten some desperate voicemails.
Anyway, I sealed, I killed, I sprayed, I doused papertowels in rubbing alcohol where there was a big gap between the carpet and wall (hard to describe). I bought some ant spikes and put them outside. I killed more ants. I started to feel like I was going nutso.
Chris came home and poured gasoline over the line of hundreds (literally - no exaggeration) of icky black ants walking in a line across the driveway into the corner of our bedroom wall.
That made me smile.
Has my landlord done ANYTHING yet?
Nope.
God bless my friend Lindsay, who offered to let me come over tomorrow, since I don't have class, to watch Friends and escape my house. Friends and a place of escape. Now that's true friendship. ;)
(By the way, Mary, I'm taking a 3-credit math class for the entire month of June to satisfy the 6-credits of math required by PA for me to be a music teacher and/or subsitute teacher next year. You don't even want to get me started on their logic for that!)
Thanks for sharing your stories, you guys! It really makes me feel better to know you guys have dealt with this, too. I keep telling myself it could be worse.
It could be spiders.
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Was our math credit through CU not enough for PA???
BTW, I think you are way cuter than Hasselbeck (just to set the record straight). I cannot buh-lieve that the ants have one up on you two cool, savvy, kids!If I have to come up there, they WILL be sorry. Just trying to make you smile Jess. What would I do? Talk them to death? Did you hear about the job you sang for??? Love you, Lynnebee
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