We have sugar ants having a grand time in my kitchen. Bill asked at the pharmacy for boric acid, but they were out. Odd.
I really can’t stand the ants, but Petey loves them.
“They’re my friends,” he says. “See, they’re friendly!” Not only does he enjoy letting them crawl up his arm, he’s actually lain down on the floor in the middle of the swarm.
Does that make you queasy? Trust me, it is much much worse to actually witness it than to simply read about it.
Pete went with me to the grocery store, and I picked up some of those Raid ant baits. He wanted to know what they were. How could I tell them they were poison? I lied. Yes, I lied, and I don’t feel bad about it at all. I said it was ant food.
He saw the box earlier today and expressed a desire to feed his little friends. I told him to wait until Daddy came home. When Bill got back from his errand (he’s off today), Peter remembered right away.
So, Peter helped Daddy kill feed the ants.
I really hope he doesn’t remember this when he’s older.
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Hey, exterminators make good money. He’ll be able to afford therapy 🙂Big Brother would be glad to show him how it’s done. Later this evening he gets to fly-bomb the bushes outside the front door. Believe me, he relishes this chore.
I’m laughing out loud because my two year old yesterday left his sippy cup in the grass for a while and when he put it in his mouth…well, you guessed it, an ant went in as well. Trust me, there is not much less appealing than picking ant parts out of a toddler’s teeth.Too bad your Petey wasn’t free for the job. 😉God Bless,Jane
Our Charlie (4) has mentioned several time over the past few days, “Mommy I’m so glad we are in this house. Our last house had LOTS of ants and I don’t like them.”Hopefully we won’t get any of the little buggers coming to check out the crumbs and sugar spilled on the new kitchen floor…