tanglewood
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I'm getting on my own nerves the last few days.
If it's a completely new recent invasion it might be worth just cleaning up with soapy water, or a spray or bleach cleaner, or a vinegar mix. Don't just clean away the ants, you need to clean away the pheromone trail they leave for each other as well. And find out where they're getting in and see of you can block it.I was stood in my kitchen last night ranting at a small army of ants that had invaded, as if I might assertively persuade them to leave. It didn’t work, the wee bastards ignored me. It pissed me off greatly
I was stood in my kitchen last night ranting at a small army of ants that had invaded, as if I might assertively persuade them to leave. It didn’t work, the wee bastards ignored me. It pissed me off greatly
Bleach the fuckers. Find out where they are getting in, bleach it and watch them suffer. Then seal it up and they shall trouble you no more. In the event that fails then follow them, see if you can find where they are outside and burn them, burn them real good, burn the house down if it means they burn mwah ha ha ha. Please feel free to ignore me as I am clearly suffering from cabin fever and/or pyromania.
He sounds like a dick. Sneak out in the middle of the night leaving a discrete trail of sugar leading from your flat to his, making sure to post a little but not noticeable amount of sugar through his letterbox. The ants will follow the sugar and infest his house instead. If that doesn't work or he's an ass then you have 2 options really, burn him, burn his goddam house down! The other option is to go back outside and when you notice him watching you, burst into tears, run inside and report him as a pervert. I accept no legal responsibility if you follow my advice and in the event if any trial will plead insanity.
I walked around outside earlier, inspecting the pavement outside my flat closely, for about 20 mins, not an ant in sight. I was acutely aware that my landlord’s dad’s house overlooks the whole area, and doesn’t miss a damn thing out of his windows. And he has already questioned my sanity on more than one occasion
With one child pulling faces like I'd asked her to burn her entire wardrobe when all I asked her to do was take the recycling out, the lad cooking himself meals that would feed an entire family (honestly, three fucking pies?), and their collective belief that a magic fairy pops around every fucking morning to clean all of their fucking dishes and mugs...well, the ones they decided could no longer fit in their fucking bedrooms as part of the ongoing experiment to see exactly how much fucking mould we can grow during lockdown...and me feeling like a sack of coronashit today - no, I'm not in the least bit fucking edging on exploding.