So the past couple of weeks or so we've been locked in an ongoing battle with ants. At this point I think we're winning, but who knows how long that will last.
This all reminds me of my very first ant invasion...

I was about 3 or 4 years old. Like any normal toddler, I enjoyed the occasional juice and
american cheese slice as a
pre bedtime snack.

To keep things
tidy, I decided to stuff my 4
th piece of half eaten cheese into the side of my
water bed.

As I drifted off to slumber, the ants invaded ruining my bed picnic.

I ran in and told mom who was less than sympathetic.

We spent the rest of the night fighting off the ants... My mom with her vacuum and me with my jumbo red crayon... And
that's where the bad blood between me and ants started.