Yesterday I planned to get an early start finishing up some brownies and cookies that Mum needed for a luncheon today. When I stumbled into the kitchen, in search of caffeine, I found instead…
Thousands of the little
bastards invaders. They were boiling out from under the cabinet in the corner, and making for the trash. I did have rib bones in the trash, but I’ve never seen anything like this. Actually, I didn’t see them at first, I stepped in them.
They then made their displeasure known in a way only biting insects can.
As I hopped around the kitchen swatting at one foot and then the other, Hubby passed by and asked what I thought I was doing. I answered that obviously, I was practicing yoga. He nodded briefly, mentioned I should try not to hurt myself, and moved on.
After disengaging the ants from my body, I went to battle with the 409. I don’t have any pesticides, but this product will kill ants, as it contains soapy agents and ammonia. I then gathered up the carcasses, and mopped the floor to destroy the scent trail.
Then I went to have coffee.
When I came back to start the brownies, the ants were back. Like I’d never killed hundreds of their population! So I called the office, and started killing ants again. Maintenance came, sprayed, and the ants subsided.
Then I made brownies. Brownies with a cream cheese layer and swirls on the top. Yum!
Then I made cookies. While I put up shelves that I’d been asking Hubby to put up for some time.
When the cookies were ready for delivery, plated and wrapped, I started to plate the brownies. The recipe suggested lining the dark metal pan with tinfoil, shiny side out. GREAT idea to keep the edges from cooking faster than the center, and rising up against the edges. Brownies look much prettier when they’re flat, I think.
*$%%& cotton picking tinfoil was stuck like glue to the bottom of the brownies. GLUE I say!!!
I pried carefully. I put them back into the pan and heated them. Nothing was working.
Hubby, noting my distress, suggested flipping the whole thing upside down and letting gravity help. He help the tinfoil while I used the Chef knife to slowly scrape them off the foil. Finally, I was able to rescue and plate the brownies.
I delivered the whole
hot mess order to Mum for her party, only about 3 hours late. Fortunately, the party was a luncheon today.
When I arrived home Hubby was asleep so I went into the kitchen to fetch a much needed
bottle glass of wine. The ants were still gone from the floor, but now they were on the counter. And I just didn’t care anymore.
I sat down in the quiet house to relax with my wine and a book. Suddenly, I heard a strange noise like water running. In the closet where the AC unit is.
When I pulled open the door, there was about an inch of water on the floor, and the walls were wet about 3-4 inches up. So, I called maintenance again.
I get the feeling they are tired of hearing from me.
The maintenance guys arrived…again, at 9 PM. They blew out some hoses, replaced the filter, and threw down some towels to dry the floor.
I mentioned the ants. Again. Nicely.
They went home. I got the
rest of the bottle another glass of wine and went to play WoW while Rat Boy got ready for bed.
This morning, the exterminator came and sprayed the entire house. So maybe the ants will leave. Or die. Not just relocate.
Guess I’m feeling a bit bloodthirsty.