It's that time o' year again, folks. The weather starts to turn cold, then it warms back up again, then thinks it might be cool for awhile. Pretty schizophrenic, if ya ask me! Which makes All God's Critters that way, too.
This fall, we have a particular problem with Ants. Of the teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy, infintessimal variety.
Nana used to call them Sugar Ants. Dette told us to put paprika out, or maybe Boric Acid, and they'd run away for sure. There are never too many at a time. Two. Three. Sometimes upwards of Eight. They annoy me no end!
Hubby sprays the counter with 409, and they're gone--at least for the day. I, well, I stick the old Index Finger out and smush the little buggers, One. At. A. Time!
I'm really not a cruel person. But this Cruel Stroke of nature drives me nuts!
