I returned to Vegas, Monday night after being gone for almost 3 weeks. To my husband's credit, the dishes were done.
Tragically, there were many strange smells coming from the fridge and kitchen.
I investigated to find several unidentifiable bags of produce. And chicken breasts I had not put into the freezer. Nothing like raw chicken sitting in the fridge for 3 weeks. EEWWW.
I contemplated just throwing a grenade in the fridge and starting over on the groceries.
There was also a bag of potatoes that were beginning to compost on my kitchen floor. Not pleasant, I tell ya.
But worst of all was the ant invasion. It was like D-day all over again. Little rows marching all over my house. The paratroopers were the worst.
Did you know that the scientific name for the Thief Ant is Solenopsis Molesta. Such a menacing name. The little Black Ant is called Monomorium Minimum. Nothing minimum about an ant invasion. And the False Honey Any is called Prenolepis Imparis. Very imparing when bugs are crawling up you arms and legs while you try to blog.
To be fair, the invasion had begun before I left, but I had managed to hold the line, so to speak. It was a daily fight, but somehow I managed.
I was concerned about leaving my post at the front. But it was one of those things that was left undone when I left in such a panicked hurry.
And so today I must gird up my loins and go forth to battle. Armed with cleaning supplies and bug spray.
At least for now, we have managed to maintain a perimeter of the downstairs and they haven't managed to break through the lines to the uptairs.
It is completely unacceptable that they keep crawling on me and my laptop. The horror.
You know what they say "War is helk".