We’ve sprayed outside, we’ve sprayed inside, we don’t leave food or crumbs laying around. Yet, we are infested with ants. They have invaded my office, the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen– what’s next?
Heavy sigh and I’m declaring uncle.
M finally went out and bought traps. So much for trying to cut back on the use of chemicals in our home. The pesticide huts have “Vacancy” written all over them and the stupid little buggers are drawn to them two by two like senior citizens funneling into a timeshare seminar.
As long as the traps do the trick I’ll be happy. Otherwise, I just might have to move out.