Ants.

I hate them with a passion. This year for some reason they have created a whole colony in my wall...at least that's what I think because I've never had so many so often for so long.

Every April, on the first beautiful day, they'd appear. I'd take all the necessary steps to rid myself of them...pouring pepper by the counter back splash. Keeping all foods off the counter by the sink which is where they pop up their filthy nasty little heads. Making barriers of Soft Scrub with bleach...strewing bay leaves around and powdering the counter as supposedly they don't like talc.

Within a few days I with the big brain would win over their teeny weeny brains and they'd be gone for a whole year.

Then I could leave anything I wanted on the counter and they wouldn't go near it.

This year the new crop have higher IQs. So much so that they have hopped over to my safe counter under the microwave and jumped into my Entenmann's Pop Ems chocolate covered doughnut holes box where I found them feasting their ugly little heads off.

I don't like the looks of them dead or alive. I don't like being on alert at all times waiting to see one appear out of thin air -- but I really hate it that the little bastards ate my doughnut holes.

I am beginning to wonder if the ant buttons we placed under the sink was a mistake. We've never done that before. Usually my animal safe peppers and soaps and orange peels and herbs and spices have made them leave. These buttons are ant bait...so actually we are asking them in by the odor of the buttons, and they are supposed to eat the delicious poison and then bring it back to the nest. I think this new crop of ants has developed immunity to the poison, are enjoying the sweet treat under my sink and then exploring my counters looking for other sweet treats -- like my doughnut holes.

Other than ripping out my counter tops and cabinets, I can't imagine what else we can do to get rid of them. We've sprayed everywhere, starting off with an earth friendly spray and moving up to the most horrible poison we could buy. Still the little buggers are there, taunting me and eating my Pop 'Ems.

I wonder how they'd like it if they found me feasting on their ant buttons?

So as I write here upstairs in the office, my heart is hoping that downstairs, I've managed to shoo them all away with my witches brew of ant repellents.

Happy Sunny Day to all except the damn ants.