Ants
Posted by Patrick Corkum on April 16, 2010
No, this post is not about the movie. This post is about my wife. No, I am not calling my wife an ant. My wife has an obsession about ants. If she sees ants in the house, life comes to an abrupt halt. Nothing else matters in that moment except the ants. Here’s the cycle:
- Melissa: AHHHH, ants!
- Melissa: Where are they coming from?
- Melissa: Arghh, how did this crumb get on the ground?
- Stomp to the kitchen to get the ant spray.
- Stomp back to the ants.
- Spray each and every single ant until they are all dead.
- Melissa: PATRICK, there are ants!
- Melissa: When are you going to do something about these ants? <Followed by one of the following>:
- the ant traps I bought aren’t working
- Pops just sprayed, why aren’t they dead?
- we have to get new ant bait.
- <Stomp to closet and get vacuum cleaner>
- <Stomp back to ants and vacuum up the dead ants>
- Melissa: I hate ants! Why are there always ants in the house?
What is it about ants? I mean, if there is a crumb and it is attracting ants, big deal! Shoot, give them a little while and both the crumb and the ants will be gone. I am not saying that I wouldn’t spray ants if there were tons of them or they were being obnoxious, but life does not come to a halt because ants are crawling around. Am I alone on this? Probably.