Monday, July 20, 2009


My house has been taken over my ants. It's straight out of a horror movie. The tag line would read 'don't leave the food out – or they'll EAT IT. AND YOU'. They're all over the place. No improperly closed food item is safe from them. They will find it and they will RUIN it, and waste your food AND your money!

And nothing gets me more homicidal than a twenty dollar back of chicken jerky treats for the puppies getting eaten alive by little black crawly things.

Lucy, my mother's poodle, has taken to using my bed as her happy place, and that means once in a while coming back to finding bones (ew) and other things(ew) on the bed. I can't exactly lock the door because Thalia's cage is in there, but still, usually I can tolerate it, until I got home last night, exhausted from the Orange County Fair, and lay on my bed to feel oddly prickly.

At first I thought it was all in my head – the sensation that I kept getting bitten. Until an hour later, I looked down and I realized my bed spread was CRAWLING with ants. Why? Because Lucy had brought a BONE up there, and they had FOUND it.


They had been crawling on me. On my bed! I'm all twitchy and slappy.

Needless to say I didn't sleep much last night.

I immediately devolved into Sigourney Weaver from Aliens, screeching and wielding the ant killer like a maniac. Me and my cousin crawled underneath the bed and found their entrance, and sprayed and sprayed and KILLED.

I don't even feel bad about it.


On the upside side, I got to see the second episode of Glee at the outfest 'A Lil' Bit of Glee' panel, along with hearing most of the cast and producers talk about it. That show is awesome. I love it. It will be forever the best show ever.

Because it's Popular 2.0, but with singing and a less annoying Sam (no offense to Carly Pope).

And as previously mentioned, I also got to hit the Orange County Fair. It was very hot, and everything there is too expensive, but can you really put a price on a good funnel cake and riding an elephant?

No, you really can't.

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