It could be the heat, I’m not entirely sure, but I went a little insane this afternoon.

Sitting at the computer, trying to update our woefully out-of-date finances, I suddenly lost it.  Ran and grabbed the vacuum.  Starting vacuuming up the ants that began invading the house this morning.  Didn’t work.  Ran to the foyer.  Grabbed a pair of shoes.  Stomped around the house yelling, “I hate you!  I hate you!  I hate you!”  Along with some other words, not polite ones.*

There are a lot of dead ants in our house now.  But even more live ones, having a little party in our basement.  I’m off to my boiling hot car to drive to the hardware store to buy ant traps – a lot of them.

I hate summer.  Blech.

*  it should be noted that I’m usually quite peace-loving when it comes to insects; the only ones I kill without hesitation are mosquitoes.  Otherwise I usually choose one of two options: walk around and ignore said insect, or gently scoop it up on a piece of paper and take it outside.