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There's been a mass murder. Bodies strewn all over. Limbs frozen in mid-struggle. The carnage strikes fear into the hearts of all who pass by. And rightly so. Whoever did this must be a mad man!
Or an exterminator.
I have an ant problem. A big problem with (dare I guess) millions of tiny legs. When I bought my townhouse, the linoleum in the kitchen had pulled away from the sliding glass door, the inspector said, because the slab froze over the winter when the place sat empty. I knew that replacing that floor would eventually happen, but have to wait becasue of funding. Now the ants have moved in. They've built homes and networks under the linoleum. Only the devil knows how far inland they've come. I do what I can with a can of raid and a vacuum cleaner, and pray for the winter freeze to come early.
I'm terribly scared to have that floor pulled up. There'll be big trouble in River City then...
Posted in House & Home at 8:55 AM