We have mice in our house. It’s disgusting. The neighbors have mice too. For some reason they have invaded our little corner of the world.
Every bright and cheery morning, at 5:30, when my son and I wake up, I tiptoe into the kitchen, sticking my head around the corner first to see if any mice have been caught in the trap. Not sure why I do this so quietly. It’s not that I will startle them if their head is stuck in a strap. They’ve already been startled to death.
This morning, no mice. The kitchen was safe. I grabbed the coffee pot to rinse it out and there I see a zillion little ants on the counter. I HATE BUGS! Oh, and did I mention my son thinks he has a fever?
What to do, what to do?! I armed myself with Pledge Multi-Surface cleaner, and I sprayed the heck out of those little buggers! That’ll teach them. It worked too. They either drown, were poisoned, or died from the force of the spray. I don’t care. They’re dead. And while Pledge-ing them to death, I did manage to grab the thermometer and stick in my son’s mouth.
Yep. A fever.
Once I had fever boy back into bed, I found the real bug spray and gave the ants a double whammy! I hope they tell their friends to be afraid of the crazy Pledge lady in the house on the corner.
It’s only 6:00 a.m. now. Too much going on so early in the morning. I’ve already cleaned the kitchen. Please, can I go back to bed now?