Building Condos with Rotten Apples
They are ugly, and gross, and icky. They have a fondness for half-eaten apples and sandwich leftovers. My kids manage to hoard food in their rooms despite being well fed and repeatedly reminded that no food is allowed in bedrooms.
Need I say more?
Not sure why <twitch> but somehow they manage to make their way in every spring. The ants, not the kids. Those just never leave… 😉 #mommyhumour
Cue the 8 year old cleaning her room. Her best friend is ‘assisting’ as she’s tired of being told Jasmine can’t go out and play because her room isn’t clean.
“OMG I see an ant!” says one child. “It’s the queen!” says another. The two littles exclaim “Ant MIMIIIIIII!” because Toupie and Binou.
As I reheat my first cup of coffee for the third time I notice an open bag of potting soil on the counter.
“Don’t worry Mrs. A, we just made a home for the ant!” to which I respond that ants in the house are the be killed. I instruct the crew to terminate the intruder and – naively thinking the saga is over (I’m blaming the caffeine withdrawal) – I go about my day and forget about the one ant the kids saw.
Imagine my surprise a few days later when all the kids, Bella included, come running down the stairs screaming. Chloe & Annabelle can’t stop repeating “Ant Mimi! Ant Mimi! Lots-and-lots of Ant Mimis!”. Bella is carrying a photo box – the pretty ones from the dollar store – in which I find an old apple core, potting soil, bread crusts, and a few layers of paper towels. Duct tape covers the open top to prevent the new tenants from leaving.
“Welcome Home Ant Mimi” is blazoned across the side topped with a drawing of ants traveling towards a door.
For fuck’s sake! I’m trying to kill the damn things and she builds them a condo! Or some sort of minimum security chi-chi prison, I’m not sure.
So. How’s your day going?