Let the Festival of Ants Commence!

This morning, I squashed five ants before time I brushed my teeth (we squash more ants before nine a.m. ...)

I do not know where the ants live all winter, but as soon as we hit three warm days in February or March, they start marching right out of the woodwork. I whine and complain at them until mid July, when they miraculously disappear. Between now and then, Wrig will wad up hundreds pieces of toilet paper (often leaving a long trail back to the roll), dab at the floor madly, then rush to the toilet to flush the ant away.

Unfortunately, no ants will be harmed in this process.