New England and why everything about it is so frakking . . . New England! And it's not just the fried clams.
Ants. I've seen ants in my kitchen again. I thought after a visit from the Terminix guy several months ago that they were actually gone. I guess they were just sleeping.
posted by Alison Rose at
2:25 PM
Married, working mom, basically an optimist, except when it comes to the laundry. Born in Virginia, lived there most of my life until a six-year stint in Texas for my husband's job. Now living in glorious New England, land of the civil freedoms and grilled hot dog buns.
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Yow! No, I wouldn't want one of those either!
You know what they say, "Black ants in morning, sailors take warning..." :-)
Cinnamon--huh. I wouldn't have thought of that in a million years. Have to give that a try.
And you're right--they don't come in huge bunches, but even small amounts annoy me!
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