Blech. We've got these teeny tiny ants who have taken up residence in our house:(
Being that I pride myself as kind of a neat freak, and a minimalist...Ants are really not something I'm prepared to accept. (there aren't supposed to be bugs in the city...the h*ll bugs?!?) I think the tiny terrors are climbing up the vines outside the house and in through the window...To quote The Little Man..."they are grody-odegens!"
I decided to spray the baseboards of the house to get rid of the 6 legged zombie swarm invading my house. So, I said to my Husband...
Me: "I bought some ant spray...I think you should take the kiddos out, so I can spray the baseboards of the house." (sensible...right?)
Him: "You know, if we just kept food in the dining room, there'd be no food for them, and they'd just leave."
Me: "Are you saying it's my fault we have ants because I let the kiddos snack in the living room?"
Him: "No...I'm just saying, if there wasn't any food around, they wouldn't stay."
Me: "So, I'm like some Viking...throwing turkey legs around, attracting ants?"
Him: "Honey, I never said you were a Viking."
Me: "So, you think when you leave for work...the house turns into a Medieval Times feast...jousting and food with reckless abandon?!?"
Him: (loooong pause) "Honey, why don't I take the kiddos out, so you can spray the baseboards for ants:)"
When will he learn to just agree with me from the get go?