Guess what I spent my morning doing?
And I joyfully did it.
Because I was cleaning our new place.
The other day I went by the place to drop off some water, salt, rice, and a Bible.
Those of you who have superstitious parents or relatives know why I did it.
Just to keep the peace. And to give us some good vibes upon moving in.
But let me tell you.
When I went by to drop the stuff off the other day, I found a yucky surprise in the townhouse.
I found ants.
The ants had found a way in and had made their way up to the 2nd floor.
Not only did I yell when I saw them. I also got a chill all up my arms.
I ran pretty quick over to the drugstore down the street. I came back armed with ant bait AND spray.
I laid out the ant bait outside the front door and a couple on the inside.
Then I sprayed the H-E-C-K along the path that those darn ants had made.
I cleaned the place.
I had to rid the place of all the carcasses.
And there were a ton.
But best of all?
There was not an ant alive anywhere inside.
I have to tell you that our place is now fresh and clean.
The floors, bathrooms, and kitchen are all spic-n-span.
The place smelled a little stale when I entered
It now smells like Pine-sol, Clorox bleach, and Lysol.
Now what did you do on this beautiful Saturday?