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Tuesday, September 23, 2003

Apartment Living

Gotta love renting. About 4 or 5 days ago we discovered that our kitchen and bathroom had aquired colonies of smallish, red coloured ants. We were disgusted, but recovered and went to London Drugs where we bought ant baits (the kind that have two different attractants in them, both with poison that are supposed to go back to the queen and kill the whole colony off). The ants have thanked us for supplying them with new and abundant food by multiplying. This morning I opened the cupboard to throw out some garbage and found a slew of them on the door and the garbage lid. I yelled to Kayla "they're everywhere!", and she came in, looked and shuddered. She then saw the bottle of Orange Action Fantastik next to the can, picked it up, and started squirting it at the ants. They started wiggling, and eventually all the visible ones died in a mist of orange-creamsicle-smelling solvent. Tonight while doing my dishes I saw one on the tile above the sink and blasted it as well. It desperately tried to climb up the wall against the running Fantastik, but succumbed once it got to the foamy bit at the top.

We also came home this afternoon to a puddle in our kitchen, apparently the hose that drains the stuff that melts when the fridge "auto-defrosts" doesn't reach the condensation pan properly, so all the melt-water ran onto the floor. After a call to Dad ("Help!") and a look under the refrigerator (where we seem to have petrified dust-bunnies, if carbon-dated they could date back to the Devonian I'm sure) we found out we'll actually need to reach in under there to shuffle things around.

I can't wait until I/we can afford a house.

Karlie@11:14 p.m.