Not Me Monday: and the ants go marching on
I do not come to my kitchen every morning and do battle with ants. Every. single. blessed. morning.
I do not say evil things under my breath as I watch a new trail of them marching along my counter, table, wall, fridge...
I have not tried every single natural attempt at ridding them and then tried every single un-natural attempt. All attempts a great big epic fail.
My husband did not finally admonish me to give up the fight and just "accept them as a part of our family."
I did not actually heed his words and decide that in the interest of my mental state that perhaps it is best just to welcome them to the family.
Sidenote: If anyone knows of any magic tricks for ridding our new family members, feel free to pass them along!