I just killed a couple of those tiny baby ants in the bathroom. I guess, temperature notwithstanding, it's really spring.
We get these ants in the downstairs bathroom 'cause it's the basement, and, I don't know, maybe they're attracted to the trash can or something. It's not a big deal. We don't get many, and the spiders like to set up shop to keep them under control.
But now I'm dreading them returning to the kitchen. They swarm our sink. Ant traps don't work. Borax doesn't work. Sealing every crack around the window over the sink doesn't work. Just about the only thing that does is keeping the sink empty, but in a family of four people, that's darned near impossible. It means emptying the dishwasher the instant it's done running, so we can load it as we use dishes. But sometimes the timing (and energy level) just don't work out. *sigh*
A character in a book I just read said that Saturn rearranges your life every seven years and there's nothing you can do about it. My first thought was "nuh-uh," but then I thought about the last significant change in our lives, when I quit my day job and started doing freelance editing/proofreading to go along with my writing. That was 2006. Seven years before that, I had a baby and moved into a new house. Seven years before that, I got married. Pretty freaky, huh? The next big change is to come in 2013. The year Number One graduates from high school.
Speaking of Number One... she's gone, like, 22 seasons of soccer without real injury, beyond the typical bruises, nicks, and occasional twisted ankle. This spring, before they'd done more than practice, she had problems with her left calf, then sprained her left ankle, then pulled a hamstring. She's practiced and played with all of those, but last night, in her second game for the school team, five minutes into it she got her leg yanked (and therefore knee wrenched) by another player (tangled feet). I'm taking her to the orthopod this afternoon. Everyone please cross you fingers that it's nothing major.