So there I was, minding my own business, getting the kids breakfast. Then I looked outside. And saw the most horrifying sight.
At first glance I thought one of the kids had dumped dirt out of the flower pot again. And by "flower pot", I mean a pot with dirt in it. I seem to have something against actual flowers in my pots. But anyway, then I noticed that the dirt pile was moving. Aack!
I called Brian in a panic. Seriously, my heart was racing. I mean I can handle a few ants here and there. When I was pregnant with Emma and living in our first house, I would spend the mornings stomping on ants in the kitchen with my flip-flops. (We finally called in the professionals for that one.) But this was me against an army. Brian told me where the bug spray is so I armed myself, said a little prayer, and went to battle.
And I think I won.
Here is what I was up against.