We are having our yearly infestation invasion of ants. We cannot figure out where they're coming in, why they're coming in, nor can we prevent them from coming in. And with a toddler and an infant, we can't spray all of the routes we've found inside—most are in the kitchen, but many are in the baby's room, or right behind the toddler's potty chair in the bathroom.
Ants. Ants can fuck off. Ants can fuck off with a giant can of ant and roach spray. I HATE ants with a bloody purple passion.
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May the ill-conceived git of an unsanctioned union who run blogger fornicate under command of king and perish. May their preferred partners of intercourse the birds of the air and the beasts of the field turn on them for their non-consensual advances and feast upon their syphilitic neither regions. And may the trained apes they have running their severs rebel put their dammed dirty paws upon them.
I second the FO motions on both ants and Blogger. We have ants that came out of nowhere in the library a couple of weeks ago.
I will probably be saying this for a while, but cancer can FOAD. Especially for attacking my cat. I can't tell if she's feeling all right or not, and I hate giving her a bunch of pills each day.
Amen to the ants and blogger. And most especially for cancer. CCFOAD.
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