Ants!!

Was in the kitchen tonight, idly drying my hands & staring vacantly at the grotty area under the radiator where the towel hangs. (Everyone has grotty areas under the radiator, right?) Anyway, it struck me that the bits of kicked-off mud/blown-in detritus were accumulating to the point where I really ought to take the dustbuster to them... then it further struck me that the bits of kicked-off mud/blown-in detritus were blowing around quite vigorously, considering there wasn't a door open anywhere to cause a draught... then the stare suddenly got a lot less vacant as I realised they had legs & what's more, there were rather a lot of them, & they were heading out of the grotty area under the radiator as fast as their little legs would carry them.

Uttered a few expletives under my breath (not too loud, as daughter #3 was watching Alien in the dark in the next room) & hoped we still had that can of Nippon kills-all-known-creepy-crawlies-except-spiders-dead spray somewhere. Being a family of congenital hoarders, we did. It had no doubt deteriorated over the years (hopefully not into a too carcinogenic state) but I used it copiously enough to drown the b*ggers anyway.

(Apologies to any ant-lovers out there.)

Then went round the kitchen stamping on the escapees. Daughter #3 thought I was experimenting with some new sort of exercise regime & came to investigate. After I explained, she watched the rest of Alien with the light on....

I may not win any prizes for Housewife of the Year, but I do have my standards, & ants don't pass, OK?