Ant-pocalypse!

[marydell]

So the tiny ants that have been diligently invading my kitchen via the windowsill have outdone themselves. After a period of calm, with few ant sightings, they decided to set up shop in my dishwasher. This was discovered in the course of killing a few individuals who appeared on top of the dishwasher--it's the portable rolly kind, and lives near the windowsill when not actively washing--and finding that they kept getting replaced with fresh ones a half minute later. I killed about 20 via the old-fangled whacking method while Charlie helped by sitting at the table, pointing, and yelling "oh no, ant!" over and over. Eventually I figured out that they were hanging out in the dishwasher, another 30 or so. They are learning that they chose poorly, as the hastily-emptied dishwasher is now running on the extra-hot setting. With RAID in it.

Mike is out so he missed the battle and will no doubt get to sleep tonight without having phantom ant sensations all over his skin, unlike me. This means that he gets to dispose of any remaining corpses, as well as de-RAIDing the washer, and also getting me some chocolate or something, because we strive for a fair division of labor.

Charlie got to have lolipops while I rained destruction down on the ants in front of him, so he is cheerful and apparently untraumatized. Hopefully I have not just created a sociopath.