I'm skipping swim practice tonight. Even though Zones is this weekend, and I'd like to kick, um, hard (the mom reads this, after all), ants have declared war on my roommate Jenny's windows. Well ants, you picked the wrong girls to terrorize with your crawling all over the place and being freakish and frightening in general. Mark my words: YOU WILL LOSE, ANTS.
Jenny and I are going on a cleaning rampage. Indoors and out. Poison included. We will take no prisoners. and hopefully my temporary foray into ant extermination doesn't give me a thousand tiny karmic points against me for killing things that are alive but then really, make a less creepy, squirmy, colonizing-y creature, ok?
I dig the warm weather, but I anti-dig the bugs. Ants sick me out. They always have. And they are not invited into my house.
The only ant related thing I like is this. And now, Ants Marching by Dave Matthews. you're welcome.
Oh yeah, and I'm so antsy (ha) because one of my favorite people gets to DC tomorrow. YAY for Noor!
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