And I feel completely guilty about it.
I try not to kill any bug in my home. I've saved many from murderous occasions from roommates.
Just ask my old roomie Amanda. She was about to squish a potato bug and I rescued him by placing him in my mouth....Yep, I'm weird AND gross.
However, this year, my home has been insanely infested with Ants.
I started off innocently enough, by looking up natural methods of deterring them away from inside my home. I tried wiping counters constantly, making sure no food products were left out, placed around vinegar trays, sage leaves, chalk lines, but on Saturday morning...
I had enough.
I became a murderer. I lost my shit and started squishing away. I was practically in tears doing so, but I just couldn't handle it anymore. My friend Karen came over Monday night and gave me some bug stuff to spray around the perimeter of my house and it seems to be working.
I really hope they've left me alone. I even hope that there were some survivors who made it out.
I love everything, big and small, but please Ants, stop infesting my Kitchen.
not cool ants, not cool.
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