My poor little timid frightened PTSD kitty’s food is being attacked by ants! On Saturday morning I wondered why she woke me so early and was so insistent that I get up – at once! When I padded from the bedroom to the kitchen, I saw with horror that her food dishes were crawling with big black ants! Gross! I disposed of all food, washed the dishes with gobs of soap and the hottest tap water I could get. I then did internet research which suggested placing the dishes into larger dishes containing water, thereby creating a “moat” that ants can’t cross. The ants now are largely gone, but one night I came home from work and found them in her food. I took the dish outside and observed the ant behavior. They were swimming across the water! Who ever heard of ants swimming? I have no idea what to do.
I literally have garbage sitting out on the kitchen sink – waiting to go out to the compost bin – and there are no ants in it. There are no ants anywhere else but the cat food. I hate to think that there is a hive of big black ants somewhere in my house. It makes my skin crawl.
I am going to be working out for an hour a day starting today. I need to lose 7 more pounds before the trip to Carolina for my brothers’ birthday party. I have plenty of dresses to choose from for the party, but I must
wear my white pants for other events and I figure 7 lbs will help them look OK. We’ll see. (somehow I have inserted a line in the middle of the paragraph and “undo” doesn’t work. Sorry)
Two of my brothers were born 2 years apart on the same day, now 75 and 73 years ago. One or two of them are not in good health, so we are having a party. It’s a terrible party, because we are all pretty sure this is the last time we will all be together.
So why not focus on seven pounds and white pants? I can’t think of a single reason.
Gotta go work out now.