Raid is my very best friend.

Hello blog readers! It is story time! So, when I was about 11 or 12 years old, around this time, actually, I woke up to my bathroom being attacked by ants. There were hundreds of them! I would kill them, and they would multiply. I remember sitting on my bathroom floor sobbing because I couldn't kill them all with Lysol disinfectant spray. But finally, they all died. Dead. I was happy, I could relax and read (which is all I did at this age) and just hang out in my room.

Well, back when I was that age, I didn't have my hate for ants like I do now. And let me tell you why. Though, yes, my bathroom was just attacked, and yes, my kitchen had been attacked a week earlier, I would just clean them up with bleach and be good. I was never paranoid about them like I am now. Why am I paranoid about ants? WELL:

These little demons leave a scent. The ones that you get in your house are called scavengers. After they leave their scent, they're letting their clans (which consist of thousands and are usually under your house) know that it's alright to come inside and be free. This happened to my bedroom.

The same day as my bathroom attack, I was laying on my floor reading when I saw one single, solitary ant in my carpet. I killed it, vacuumed my room in attempt to get rid of any and all ants. It didn't seem like there were any more, so I left it alone. We went out to dinner that night, and when I came home they. were. everywhere. I went nuts. I was sobbing again, and I grabbed my bottle of windex from my bathroom, and went after the place they were all the most, under my bed (where I had neat piles of books, magazines, etc.) and sprayed windex everywhere, ruining books and magazines.

Well, I dad heard me crying, which honestly was an occurring act because I was so freaking lame and awkward in middle school. Anyways, he came up in my room, saw a few ants crawling up and down my walls, and me laying on the floor next to my bed crying. Next thing I knew he was gone and in his truck, and came up 10 minutes later with 2 cans of raid, taking a can and spraying my walls and under my bed with it, killing every single ant in there, and then helped me clean my walls of their dead scrunched up bodies.

Well, before last summer, we hadn't had any attack like our kitchen attack (which I didn't go into full detail about, but they got in everything and in all our food basically) and my bedroom/bathroom fiasco. Then our kitchen kept on getting attacked. I'd wake up in the morning, and there'd be ants everywhere. I'd kill them and 2 days later they'd be back. So I'd scrub everything with bleach and it wouldn't do anything. Then my bathroom got attacked. It wasn't as bad as years before. Less than 50, and I sprayed every surface with raid, but the first thing I did after was spray my door way to make it impossible for them to migrate into my bedroom.

WELL, surprise surprise, the ants are back to their same tricks this summer. I cleaned my kitchen after their first attack. I cleaned my guest bathroom after their second attack. I cleaned my bathroom after their third attack. NOW. TODAY. What do I find on my computer and wall? 3 ANTS. WHY? Why must they drive me crazy?

Well, now seems like a good time to rearrange my room and kill all the hiding demon seed in my room.