Oinkle Doinkle

Diary of a mad white woman They're baaa-aaaack! Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen, it's ant season again. Those microscopic things that visit me every single summer since I've lived here, no matter how much poison I feed them. It's enough to drive a person to the brink of insanity, and just keep her dangling there for 5 months. The other months of the year, I climb back up, and live blissfully. Pretending that they do not exist. All the while knowing, deep down, that somewhere, they are breeding more and more and MORE of themselves for the next next season. Nothing gives me greater pleasure, than spraying, stomping, and scaring these unwelcome guests. I scoff at them- HA! You think you can take my little cheerio that got dropped on the floor? HA! I mock you! You think you can trick me by swarming my linen closet? HA HA! I'm onto you. You pathetic tiny beasts. Do you have a purpose? I think not! I will come of the CONQUERER! Do you hear me??? *ahem* Sorry. Got a little off track there. Honestly, It's gotten to the point that I make up songs about them, and sing them loudly - yes even when the windows are open - so all the world can hear how much I DETEST ants. "I am the cham-pion, my friend. And I'll keep on fighting 'til the end. I am the champion! I AM THE CHAMPION! Ants are the losers, and I am the champion!" *sigh* If only ants had ears.