the Ants

When we first moved into our new town home, we loved everything about it, except for one thing: the ants. We had ants everywhere. One morning we woke up and there was a huge train of ants crawling across our living room carpet from the front door clear into the kitchen. I think the entire ant hill had shown up for the party. The first day or so we contacted our landlord who told us that the pest control man would be coming in a few days and the problem should be resolved. So we decided not to buy any expensive product to rid ourselves of the obnoxious insects, and just endure for a few days. We did, however, try every home remedy we could find. The only thing that seemed to work a little was putting Comet in all the corners and cracks where the walls met the floor. Windex, we found, also kills ants on site. I constantly had a bottle of Windex in my hand. I ran around all day squirting ants like a maniac. Finally the day of the pest control man arrived. We anxiously awaited the hour when all the ants would magical disappear. Apparently, that is not how pest control works. The day following the service, the ants were worse than ever. There were now ants coming out of the carpet in the middle of the floor where there was not even any access to outside. I had no idea how that was even possible. And the worst was yet to come. I was making ramen noodles for Cody and Isabella’s lunch. Ramen is their favorite lunch time meal and it had been a long time since we had it so they were bouncing up and down with excitement. The noodles were done and I poured it into their individual bowls and added an ice cube. As I was stirring, I noticed little black flakes throughout the noodles. I decided it was probably some of the spices in the spice packet, but when I lifted the spoon to my lips I saw a boiled, shriveled, dead ant about to go in my mouth. Naturally, I screamed, and made both of the babies start to cry. After calming them down, I looked through the rest of the noodles and saw that there were dead ants throughout the entire package. I threw the noodles down the drain and ran to check the rest of the ramen packages I had bought. The entire box had been raided by little ants who were now enjoying Cody and Isabella’s noodles. In frustration I tossed the box outside onto the back porch and sprayed the whole bottle of Windex on it. When Kasey got home I forgot to tell him to go take care of the contaminated Ramen box so it sat there for several days. We finally broke down and spent a few bucks on some ant traps, and almost immediately the ant issue was resolved. I shouldn’t be complaining because I have never had cockroaches, rats, tarantulas, scorpions, or any other really disgusting and dangerous pests. I should be happy that ants are the worst living things that penetrate the walls of my house. But somehow, it’s hard for me to be excited about an army of ants invading my personal space and eating all of my Ramen noodles.