Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off. Well, my peeve today is about a home invasion that took place last week.
Yes, that’s right. My home was invaded by ants. Tiny, black ants.
My wife always wakes up a lot earlier than I do. She’s usually up between by around 5:30 and I roll out of bed closer to 7:00. Well, one morning last week she woke me up at 5:45 to tell me that a horde of ants had stormed our kitchen. They were all over the window over our kitchen sink and had formed a conga line all along the counter top where it meets the subway tile backsplash.
Hey, I have nothing against ants when they are in their natural habitat, which is outdoors. But I will not tolerate ants in my kitchen. That’s a bridge too far. And so I brought out my can of Raid and made quick work of getting rid of those intrusive ants.
Now I know that some of you might think that it was cruel of me to slaughter hundreds of defenseless ants. But just remember, those ants cost me one hour and 15 minutes of precious sleep that morning.