So, remember in Honey I Shrunk the Kids how the shrunken kids made friends with the giant ant and rode it part way through the yard on their way back to the house? Then the ant died. Well that part of the movie always used to make me sad. But not anymore. I say, "Go on and die anty!"
A couple weeks ago Heather and the kids visited me at my apartment in little old Rexburg (this is relevant, promise). My roommate Amber had these little bags of chocolate cookies that she offered to the kids. Well they ate a few of them and then dumped the rest on the floor so I picked them up, put them back in the bags and then set them on the kitchen table in case they wanted them later. Seems like a harmless act right? Well, in someone's attempt to clean up (not naming any names), they took the bags of cookies off the table and threw them in a box of unopened food that Amber was storing under the kitchen table. Just last Sunday Amber went to get something from the box and noticed when she pulled it out that there were all these little black ants everywhere. She pulled everything out of the box and found that they were swarming the opened bags of cookies. She quickly found a place for all the food, threw away the box and ran to the store to get ant traps. Meanwhile, I went in the kitchen and attempted to step on all the ants I probably stepped on 50, and there were still a lot more, so I ended up sweeping them all up (alive and dead), dumping them outside far away from our apartment, and beating the broom against the side walk to try and get them all out of the bristles. I then mopped the floor. We thought that was the end of the problem. But then the next day we found some in the bathroom. We told our manager about the problem and then a maintenance guy came and sprayed the apartment with ant killer stuff. Well I haven't noticed any ants for a few days. Until today when I saw one in the bathroom again, hence this extremely long post complaining about our ant problem.
