So earlier today Elijah was grumping while he was supposed to be playing in his room. I was really busy at the time so I said, “You want a cracker?”

“Kaakaaa, kaakaa,” he says, so I gave him one. He started eating it and was happy, going, “Mmmm… kaakaa…. mmmmm.” I watched him eat what I thought was the whole cracker.

Just a few minutes ago I had to go back in his room and put him back to bed, he’s supposed to be taking a nap.

Then I see it. Half of the cracker, uneaten, on his window sill. He had the left curtain pulled back, and was watching as the ants poured in from somewhere outside and there were about 50 or so of them all over that stinking cracker! Maybe that’s why he wasn’t sleeping? (He doesn’t really like bugs, it’s funny.)

So I got a little plate and a big spoon and pulled the cracker on to the plate. Of course, they all went nuts at that second and some started running in circles and others up my arm, from my thumb on the plate. I ran into the kitchen and just doused the plate in running water and my arms up to my elbows.

Yay.

Now we’re going to have ants all freaking over.

Grrr.

We had ants when we first bought this house and put out some traps and they were gone within a week and we hadn’t seen a single one in here again until last month, I guess it was. Put out some more traps and within about two weeks they were gone.

Apparently they’re back. And they love my son.

*sigh*

Suggestions? What’s worked best for you? I don’t mind ants, really, but I don’t want them in my freaking house. It’s just icky. And, surprisingly, for the age of this house, we’ve been pretty bug free. Steve has been pretty good about spraying outside the house and keeping the bugs out, I hardly see a spider, occassionaly I see a dead cricket on the lower room floor.

And. And. AND! My kitchen smells like that stinking Jasmine. I think I’m going to pass out!!