I was industrious today—did three loads of laundry and put at least seven away (the other four were on the chair in my bedroom)—and was feeling very accomplished I stepped into the shower. I got all clean and shiny and slathered myself in my delicious Bare Essentials Optimism cream lotion. Mmmmm.
As I was running around getting dressed and picking up towels, I glanced down and nearly jumped out of my skin. Ants were crawling up my fucking leg. Covered. Ankle. To knee. They apparently loooove the orangey goodness of Bare Essentials Optimism cream lotion.
What the hell were they doing in the kids’ bathroom?? Don’t answer that. I suspect it has something to do with the rainbow sherbet I cleaned off the toilet seat last night. *sigh*
At least the Pied Piper guy is here to see about the rats. I showed him the corner above my desk where they’re nesting, so he’s up there now. He really doesn’t sound all that different than the mice. Except for the crunching of snail shells, that is.
GAH I keep feeling phantom ants crawling on my shoulders and neck! *runs, scratching, from the room*