Dear Ants

18 May

Dear Ants,

Seriously. Stay out of the kitchen.  I don’t care how little and small you are, I don’t care how much you love sugar, I am not interested in finding you crawling on the box of my cereal or across the counter or getting high (and drowning) in a bowl of sugar.

I am not interested in hearing my father explain, “They can’t breathe if they’re buried underneath, so they’ve got to make their way to the top, where we can dig them out.”

Even if I somewhat seriously suggested he leave his current profession and become an anthunter and continued to refer to him as one for the rest of the morning. What can I say– he seemed to know what he was doing.

Au revoir mes amis,


PS– Yes, I do still prefer you to cockroaches.  Happy now?


3 Responses to “Dear Ants”

  1. Karlyn 18 May 2010 at 8:11 pm #

    Why don’t you build them a little pen out of baby powder with poison inside like we did last time? Not that it worked all that well….

    ..but it was funny to watch the little white ants run around the kitchen despite our best efforts

  2. margaret michelle 19 May 2010 at 11:13 am #

    haha oh our little crack baby ants…with their little white moustaches…basically a scene out of boogie nights, really. a few of them were stuck in the soft white mountain range.

  3. skhor 20 May 2010 at 9:46 pm #

    hahahahaha i remember your guys’ ants….

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