We’ve had some rain here lately. Not a lot, but enough to make the ants come in the house. No, this is not Oakland – ant heaven. I thought (erroneously) we had escaped this problem when we moved. Here are the little bastards feeding on cracker crumbs left behind from my middle of the night grazing. ARG!! Die already.
When I got up this morning, the Big Guy shouted at me, “Don’t lean on the counter.” Too late. I leaned on it while I was pouring my first cup of coffee. The ants are perfectly camouflaged on the black granite. I have been picking ants off of myself for 2 hours now – in my hair, on the back of my neck, on my keyboard, on my hand, on my sweatshirt. Thankfully they are not the biting kind like the ones in Arizona. They are just friendly ants looking for something sweet, but still…DIE ALREADY!