Ants in His Pants

Yes. That is what my dear husband got dressed to: ants in his pants. Like many Portland homes, we have a seasonal ant problem. 9 months out of the year, when it’s 40 degrees or warmer, they come out of their underground tunnels and try to live in our house.They used to be in one place, but as we kill them off they move. Now, they have moved into our bedroom.

I hate ants.

Earlier, in February, they made a mad, moving dash into our kitchen. We took care of them with borax and sugar. They haven’t come back into the kitchen. But, they did come into our bathroom. And, last night, they made a dash for our bedroom, and snuck on our shelf where the space is dubbed towel/clothing storage.

My morning was diverted. Instead of, get up, make Peter lunch, get kiddo up, breakfast, coffee, errands, taxes … it was Ants first.

I was able to accomplish quite a lot today, thankfully. We had our first produce order through OGC in almost one year.

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So, busy day. A lot accomplished. And, the kitchen didn’t even turn into a disaster. Produce. Bread. Bread smells. Clean laundry. Ants be gone. And to sleep.