dagnabit2

Hehe the ants must have made Mrs. Ynot crazy. She came through here like a tornado with the swiffer and the vacume. No more tiny ants. It didn't make me too crazy. I grew up in an old farmhouse with holes in it so big that one night I woke up to see a possum wandering around in my room. I beat the crap out of it with a broomstick. It was hissing at me and viscous looking. I still hate possums. Overgrown rats is what they are. In fact I like rats better. Suppose I was traumatized by the expearience?