Begone vile ants!

[sheryden]

First of all, let me say that I LOATHE bugs. They freak me out, and bugs are, I think, one of the reasons I could never really love Gil Grissom. He's a weirdo who likes bugs. And bugs should clearly be dealt with in much the same way one would a live and very hungry grizzly bear--fear and self-defense.

So anyway, I'm lying in bed, and I think I see something on my hand. Surely not. Then I definitely feel something, and so I do as one should in such a situation. I freak out, leap out of bed, bathe the room in light, and prepare to do battle.

Yes, it was an ant. And yes, I know they appear about this time of year. But they do not, under any circumstance, belong in my home. It's all I can do to keep from scouring the apartment with every cleaner I own and from running to an all-night drugstore for ant-killer.

When I come home on my break tomorrow, I plan to go over the place with a fine tooth comb and make sure no more of the little...buggers are lurking anywhere. Overkill? Perhaps. But perhaps not. I mean...ew.

Ugh. I just keep thinking: "Unclean! Unclean!"

Yes, I'm insane when it comes to bugs.