Ant Massacre

We had a slight ant problem a few weeks ago. I swear I don't leave food around, but when you give Miriam a cookie or a cracker, you can't keep the house spotless. She runs all over the house singing cracker songs and dancing with her cracker...there are going to be crumbs.

It was a plight in our house for about two weeks. We called the exterminators to our home three times and Paul had to come home twice because I freaked out. Such a good husband. It came to a head when I was changing Miriam in her room and one crawled across her face. (that was one of the times Paul came home from work) The second time they were all in her toys in the Den. Paul got home and scooped up all her toys into her PackNPlay. She thought it was the greatest thing.


The ants are gone, thankfully. Between Paul and the exterminator, there were enough chemicals in our house that there was no way they could have lived. I swept up ant carcasses for two days. They were Argentinian ants, according to the pest control guy. I hope they are back there now.