This morning. Gym bag packed. Sports bra on. About to head out the door when I notice Lulu sitting by the back door.

Something's up.

I walk over to scope things out (like Alvin hiding). Instead, I see ants. ALL over the place. So I put down the gym bag and start following the trail. It ends up going UNDER my carpet.

Shit.

So I go under my kitchen cabinet looking for ant spray. I have an appearance of ants usually once or twice a summer. I know that this is retaliation because earlier this morning I was (illegally) watering my tomato plants and I came upon an ant mound. I decimated it with water. Repeatedly.

Anyway, I couldn't find the ant spray. I almost used oven cleaner - the cans looked similar. Looked all over for the ant spray. Finally found it. Sprayed the little fuckers. Swept them up. Then had to clean the floor to get the poison off.

Total elapsed time: 3 hours. Hot and sweaty. Still finding a couple of stragglers.

The irony is that when I was having dinner with a friend last night, I made a comment about not having a problem with ants this year.

Coincidence? I think not.

So I'm going to go to the gym this evening. Last time I was there on a Friday night, the kids set the gym on fire...