Don't know about anyone else, but we get lots of ants in our house at summertime. Which is partly fun, but mostly annoying. The annoying part is pretty self explanatory: you go to make food on the bench, the bench is crawling with ants. You go to switch on the tap, and it's crawling with ants. You go to use the toilet...you get the idea.
But the fun part is Geraldine's reaction. Geraldine is an imaginary person in my house not in any way resembling any family members. Firstly, Geraldine always fails to notice the ants. So this morning, I went downstairs, and saw there were ants crawling over the bench. But Geraldine didn't notice until I actually pointed it out to her (despite the fact that the bench was a swirling mass of black), whereupon she went
"FUCK THOSE FUCKING LITTLE BLOODY BASTARDS!" and set about killing them all with her bug spray.
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