Yesterday morning as we were getting ready to go to B's end of the school year picnic I hear B screaming "MOM, WE HAVE A SERIOUS SITUATION." Knowing my son can occasionally have a flair for the dramatics, I ask him what's the matter.
His reply to me was, "WE HAVE AN ARMY OF ANTS, THEY ARE GOING TO EAT ALL OF MY TOYS."
So 45 minutes and a gallon of ant spray later we finally went to the picnic.
The ant problem has become so bad in my house this year that last night I woke up screaming that I was being attacked by an army of ants. Hubby laughed when he realized what was happening.
The good thing is that no toys were harmed.