Monday, July 23, 2007
When Jimbo comes to visit he always wins when we fight with our vacuums. Damn, it's like a fricken arms race. First I get a DustDevil with a special upholstery brush end and he goes all out with the Dustinator2009 and I end up in the emergency room, again.
He smites you mightily.
I always wanted one of those ant farms toys when I was a kid.
Pretend that is me.
Years later, in my 40s, my dream has come true. My entire kitchen has become an art farm. They march in the back door and head for the dogfood dish, the table, the counters, the silverware drawer, and so on. They have walked across the floor so much they have left a visible trail.
I'm against using chemical poisons because, well, they contain poison. I've tried more natural, less nasty methods, like vinegar, but these ants have been intelligently designed to resist that method. So once or twice a day I freak out and sweep them out the back door and yell at them, "The power of Christ compells you!" but even that doesn't work.
Oh, it is monsoon season finally and thankfully the ground is absorbing water and my back wall has shifted back to where it is supposed to be. I can even lock my back door so I don't have to worry about that hot blogger who won't be named but who has perfect chest hair and enormous biceps and ummmm.... breaking into my house and terrorizing me.
Can you tell it is Monday?
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He smites you mightily.
I always wanted one of those ant farms toys when I was a kid.
Pretend that is me.
Years later, in my 40s, my dream has come true. My entire kitchen has become an art farm. They march in the back door and head for the dogfood dish, the table, the counters, the silverware drawer, and so on. They have walked across the floor so much they have left a visible trail.
I'm against using chemical poisons because, well, they contain poison. I've tried more natural, less nasty methods, like vinegar, but these ants have been intelligently designed to resist that method. So once or twice a day I freak out and sweep them out the back door and yell at them, "The power of Christ compells you!" but even that doesn't work.
Oh, it is monsoon season finally and thankfully the ground is absorbing water and my back wall has shifted back to where it is supposed to be. I can even lock my back door so I don't have to worry about that hot blogger who won't be named but who has perfect chest hair and enormous biceps and ummmm.... breaking into my house and terrorizing me.
Can you tell it is Monday?
