Normally I would say I'm pretty much a pacifist. I avoid confrontation when possible. I swerve to avoid deer, squirrels, turtles and even butterflies. I don't kill snakes. But put me anywhere in the vicinity of ants in my kitchen and I become Dinah the huntress, cheerfully, gleefully even sweeping countless ants into the sink and washing them down the drain, smooshing them with my thumb and pretty much wiping them out anyway I can. It doesn't even phase me a bit. Why is that?
I'd really like to know where these ants come from and where they go. Sometimes they disappear for a while, sort of like they've taken a little ant vacation. Maybe they go to Disney World, or the Caribbean or the bagel place around the corner. I'm just happy when they're gone. But they always show up again, like annoying relatives, turning up here looking for food and shelter. How can something this tiny be so annoying!
Speaking of murderous rage, I'm thinking of taking an anger management class at the driving school I want to take Rosie to. I think it would make a fun column for the newspaper. Though Steve said it may scare some of the folks I interview if they understand how really angry I get about some things. I'll have to play it cool!
We really worked today. We scrubbed the pool liner, which took nearly two hours. We cleaned out the old sheds and moved some things around and threw a bunch of stuff away. Then we made a marathon trip to Home Depot. Tonight we headed over to the mall and Sam's Club. The pineapples at Sam's were gorgeous. We bought two. It's messy fruit week. We've been eating mango almost every day. I bought my third Christmas present of the year so far!
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