We have sugar ants. Jerks.
I put Borax and sugar all around the outside of the place and continue to squish the suckers and wash 'em down the sink. What's that one about scooping up the fieldmice to bop 'em on the head? Anyway, just when you feel clean again there they come in their stupid little ant formations with their lameoid friends and neighbors. I hate them so very deeply.
Seeing those sickos sent me on a cleaning spree and we now need to have a garage sale. Our stuff- the piles and boxes and closetsfull- has finally seriously ticked me off.
That's it. I've forced you to read about grindingly boring cleaning and the infestation of casa del Ward. The end is nigh.