I think I've mentioned before how much I hate ants. And I do. I hate them. A lot. So much with the hating. Then I kept finding them in the house. First I was annoyed. Then frustrated. Then just all out furious. Every time I'd see one the itching would start. Then the yelling and finally the jumping up and down. Which jumping up and down on ants doesn't actually kill them. Just so you know.
They kept sneaking around our house, crawling up through the weave up the carpet. They'd swarm over the cat's food and then wander around looking for more. Hundreds and hundreds. Searching, sneaking, crawling, itching. I'd have to shower every time I dealt with them.
We tried moving the cat's food. We sprayed outside. We used child/pet friendly pesticide inside. And every morning there they were. Still crawling. Sneaking. Burrowing into my brain. They finally broke me when I went to use the bathroom, pulled down my pants and there was an ant - CRAWLING ON MY LEG!
At that point, I didn't care if an exterminator was in the budget or not. We were going to pay the money or pay for my housing at the mental health facility. Turns out spraying and baiting ants doesn't cost that much. The man was quick, thorough and cheap. He sprayed the entire house for $35 and even found the anthill outside and doused that for free. And we haven't seen an ant in the house for 3 days.
Turns out my sanity can be bought for less than dinner and a movie.
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