We have an ant problem.
Somehow, though, there are no ants in my kitchen. Or in the garage where we keep the pet food. No, the ant problem started with ants in my bed. IN. Not cool. I woke up one morning and there were ants in my bed. There is not food in my bed. Well, I am considered food for an infant, but I’m thinking that’s probably not a typical lure for ants. A liberal sprinkling of cinnamon inside and some bug killer outside took care of the ants, and we all lived happily ever after.
Ha! Not happily ever after after all! There’s ants in our office now. I must have offended them by caulking up the hole they were using to get into the bedroom, so they’ve focused their energy on the office. Again, there’s no food in the office. They really just seem to be milling around aimlessly. I’ve got cinnamon on the floor now, and Jake promised to spray outside. I haven’t figured out yet where they’re coming from, but I will and I’ll caulk that hole too. Can’t wait to see where they decide to infiltrate next. Stupid ants.