... but they sure seem to love me. A couple days ago we found these little ant-like bugs in Bay’s bathroom. For some reason they were going into Bay’s plastic backpack that was hanging on the wall. It’s a mystery, because there wasn’t anything in there that they would be interested in, just toy cars. Anyways, later that night I sprayed some bug poison around the window and along the seams of the walls and cabinets. The next morning, they had disappeared. Or so it seemed…
I was happy with my minor victory in the war against bugs, but later that day, as I got in my car to drive home from work, I found that they had not been destroyed, but simply relocated. I saw one walking across the dashboard. I smashed it. I then saw two of them come out from the middle vent. I killed them. I then looked lower on the center console, to the radio. I saw about five of them. Then I looked across towards the glove compartment and spotted several more. It was gross. I opened all my windows and drove home with the hot Texas air blowing through the car. Later, at home, I sprayed poison around the doors and interior of the car, and now they are no more. Or perhaps they moved to Mariko’s car.
I don’t know why they like me. When I was in college, I remember that a colony of ants moved into the trunk of my car. That was disgusting. Some rain had gotten into the spare tire well of my trunk, and the ants decided that it was moist and warm: a perfect place to call home. I would see an ant or two walking around the interior. Then one day I needed something out of the trunk, and noticed several ants. I lifted up the plastic “carpet”, then the particleboard spare tire cover and got the surprise of my life. There were hundreds, perhaps thousands, of them. With eggs. It was so gross. I ran into my dorm room, grabbed a can of bug spray and commenced the biological warfare in the trunk of my Corolla. Ah, what fond memories.