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...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
Went to Sam's yesterday. They had ant killer. Angel wouldn't let me buy it because "we don't need that much."
Yes. Yes we do. We need it to go all the way around the house, and all the way around the laundry room and to do it every day until I can walk in my own goddamned house without being afraid. Because I just swept up a huge pile of little dead ants, and as I was doing it, a half-dozen more came crawling out of the wall to set up a new shop. There are ant bodies when I shake out the bathroom rugs. They build their fucking hills right over the ant poison. I've doused the floor in Windex, because it makes their little bodies shrivel up and die, but it won't last.
He keeps forgetting to get some - and he doesn't like it when I try to get it. It's a nightmare for me. I don't understand how someone can keep forgetting something this important. I can feel them crawling on me, even sitting over here. I've checked my pants five times to make sure there aren't any, and I can still feel them. I'm afraid to walk through my own kitchen.
All I wanted was some lunch. I don't know if I have the stomach to eat it now. I keep having paranoid fantasies about opening the fridge to find boiling masses of ants. But I'm starving. And I have to go back over there sometime; I can't get to my car keys without.
I hate this. Don't you understand?

now feeling:: paranoid

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lakos From: lakos Date: May 30th, 2003 10:32 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Dammit, I'm sorry, ok? I've not exactly had tons of time since we were at Sam's yesterday to get any. Go get that stuff if you want, I don't really care. I just though maybe we don't need the 3 gallon jug of insecticide to cover our house. I know you hate them, ok? I know you're paranoid about the damn things, but I'm not used to you being this irrationally paranoid. You 50,000 times bigger than they are. Sometimes I just want to shake you and say "Get a grip!" but I know that won't help things. Yes, I'm forgetful. I'm sorry, I really am. I try to remember. It doesn't help that you don't seem to remember unless you're bitching at me to clean up them up, which is rarely a time when we can stop and look for insecticide.

Gyah... And now I feel like poo.

I'm sorry. We can go when I get home, or I can even pick it up on my way, ok?
attickah From: attickah Date: May 30th, 2003 10:53 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
You have my deepest sympathies about the ants...having irrational bug fears of my own, I fully understand your pain, disgust, and frustration. Good luck killing them with whatever means you choose. Personally, I always used to wonder what God was thinking, making stuff like ants, mosquitoes, and other bugs in the first place--muchless telling Noah to save them.
fyrfitrmedic From: fyrfitrmedic Date: May 30th, 2003 11:25 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Sounds like you should definitely avoid EVER watching either
Phase IV or Empire of the Ants.
From: cyrstiall Date: May 31st, 2003 02:01 am (UTC) (etched in stone)

Redneck cures

So I know this sounds like a bit of a redneck remedy, but its worked the best for me (and my friends) more than any kind of insecticide. Get a bag of grits and sprinkle them around the outside of your house and around the ant hills. *laughs* I know it sounds silly but it works. They take it back to the hill and eat it after they drink water they swell up and die. You usually only have to do it once before they go away!
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