ANTS! 
My room is sustaining life other than my own and my pug!
So, three nights ago, I'm laying in bed, and an ant crawls on my arm! EWW. I crush him (I think.... I mean, hey, they can look balled up and dead and bounce back and start running in a minute.. assholes), and about 10 minutes later another one/same one again! But that was it. Fluke?
TWO nights ago, noting. No ants.... yayyy....
LAST night, I feel an ant crawling on me, then a few minutes later another! THEN, 25 minutes later, there's one on my dog! Poor Lazlo...
So today, I'm online, and I see a couple in a bowl of sunflower seed casing on my desk.... Now, my room IS a wreck, but it's all water bottles, papers, magazines, sunflower shells, pens, and many many clothes (I'm looking at a "FRAK ME" shirt right now!), but ants can't live off these things. What gives???
It was all because of a fucking soda can that I had 2 fucking weeks ago. Fuck coke! I never drink the shit, I just decided to treat myself. I'm used to coke zero (until I learned about aspartame and it's many evil qualites), which they don't like.
And in the can on my desk, there had to be like twenty eight in there! Ugly little fuckers.... I hate bugs. A LOT. When I was like 8 I got stung by 22 bees, and then like 5 thereafter throughout my life, the most recent one being like 6 years ago. AND, when I was 17, I got a tick infestation from walking through swampish grass.... all over... like 20 something again.
Bugs don't like me... not to sound like an episode of the X Files or Supernatural or anything, but they really just don't.
ANYWAY, on topic, I have learned my lesson... NO MORE SODA. Just water for me, with the weekly or bimonthly decaf french vanilla iced coffees, light and sweet with cream (hey, a girl has to indulge, eh?). Which will go right in my garbage...
Well, now I'm off to gut my room and lay down the new area rug, you know, to cover the hole the pug dug in it THREE years ago.
Pug puppies are TERRORS.... but their energy levels in the first year are inversely proportionate to their energy levels of the years following. Now all my dog does is lay in the sun. I wish my life was that hard!
My room is sustaining life other than my own and my pug!
So, three nights ago, I'm laying in bed, and an ant crawls on my arm! EWW. I crush him (I think.... I mean, hey, they can look balled up and dead and bounce back and start running in a minute.. assholes), and about 10 minutes later another one/same one again! But that was it. Fluke?
TWO nights ago, noting. No ants.... yayyy....
LAST night, I feel an ant crawling on me, then a few minutes later another! THEN, 25 minutes later, there's one on my dog! Poor Lazlo...
So today, I'm online, and I see a couple in a bowl of sunflower seed casing on my desk.... Now, my room IS a wreck, but it's all water bottles, papers, magazines, sunflower shells, pens, and many many clothes (I'm looking at a "FRAK ME" shirt right now!), but ants can't live off these things. What gives???
It was all because of a fucking soda can that I had 2 fucking weeks ago. Fuck coke! I never drink the shit, I just decided to treat myself. I'm used to coke zero (until I learned about aspartame and it's many evil qualites), which they don't like.
And in the can on my desk, there had to be like twenty eight in there! Ugly little fuckers.... I hate bugs. A LOT. When I was like 8 I got stung by 22 bees, and then like 5 thereafter throughout my life, the most recent one being like 6 years ago. AND, when I was 17, I got a tick infestation from walking through swampish grass.... all over... like 20 something again.
Bugs don't like me... not to sound like an episode of the X Files or Supernatural or anything, but they really just don't.
ANYWAY, on topic, I have learned my lesson... NO MORE SODA. Just water for me, with the weekly or bimonthly decaf french vanilla iced coffees, light and sweet with cream (hey, a girl has to indulge, eh?). Which will go right in my garbage...
Well, now I'm off to gut my room and lay down the new area rug, you know, to cover the hole the pug dug in it THREE years ago.
Pug puppies are TERRORS.... but their energy levels in the first year are inversely proportionate to their energy levels of the years following. Now all my dog does is lay in the sun. I wish my life was that hard!