So, the car seemed to be handled, except for my chronic fear while driving that left me twitchy and probably a hazard to the road that ants would come pouring forth from the dashboard at any given moment and eat me alive. Possibly irrational? Yes. Totally terrifying? YES.
And then we were ant free. Until the following Thursday. No ants in the car on Monday, and then suddenly ants all over our counters in our kitchen on Thursday. Whhhhhhy??? I was home alone, probably writing a blog or doing something online, and I went to get a glass of water and noticed ants, crawling haphazardly all around the clean dishes in the dish drainer, all over the clean dishes, and even in the sink, which had nothing in it. Curiouser and curiouser. By this time I was just so annoyed by the ants, that I really wasn’t freaked out anymore, I was just tired of it. So I stayed out of the kitchen…. until I needed a snack… and then I opened the cupboards and there were ants crawling over all of our dried goods, all over the peanut butter, all over the sauces and spices, all willy nilly, with no line, no direction, just wandering around and driving me fucking crazy!!
Kamel got home around 9:30 and I hadn’t eaten because… ew. And even he, the eternal flame of patience, was totally icked out. So we whipped out the ant traps, we sprinkled pepper all over our cupboards… even as the ants were crawling on the ceiling. And then we hoped it would clear up over night, but the next morning ants were still there. All over our clean dishes, all over everything! So we made breakfast, put the peanut butter in the fridge (After rinsing it off because it was … covered), and left for the day. Well, Kamel needed to grab something in the apartment during his lunch break, and when he got back to the office I got pinged on gchat.
Kamel: You would have died.
Kamel: There were so many ants that I panicked and just started killing all of them. Lauren, it was a swarm! All over the sink!
Me: I would have puked.
Kamel: And it was all because I left a rinsed off spoon that had little, little speck of peanut butter in the sink. The spoon was BLACK!
Me: That’s it, we’re calling the landlord RIGHT when we get home.
But the apartment manager was shocked to hear we had ants, said he hadn’t had anyone complain about ants in 10 years! He told us to keep the traps out and in a few days it should work, but if not we should lure them out with some sugar and see if they form a line and then we can plug up whatever hole they are marching through. Puke.
Eventually they did leave, slowly, slowly. Except on Saturday I went to get a glass of water and after taking a gulp I saw an ant larvae floating in the water. EWWW!! And then last night I saw one ant roaming my cupboards again. Barf.
This just isn’t fair! we are clean! and yet… we have bugs. And now Kamel is out of town until Saturday night and I really, really hope that there is not a part 3 to this story.