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urbandruid) wrote2007-07-03 03:01 pm
urbandruid) wrote2007-07-03 03:01 pm
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The ants are marching in... and they can march right back out!
I have had the worst day.
Little backstory. We're going into our second year in our house; before it was our house, this was a vacant lot hanging out with a lot of other vacant lots.
Last summer we got ants. The nasty red ants that bite. We fought them off last year, I managed to only get bit a couple of times... It was disgusting, annoying, and scary last year. I'm allergic to them.
Yesterday they were in the kitchen having a great time. So we killed those, and thought everything was good.
I woke up at almost 5AM because something bit me on the leg. A lot of crawly somethings.
The little fuckers were in my bed. I must've been bitten around a dozen times, which if you're me, is Not Good. I have a topical Benadryl pen I use for bug bites, so I slapped some of that on all of the bites I could find. But I was freaked out, creeped out, and kind of not breathing so well. Mom told me to go get a shower and clean up the bites; seemed silly, but I figured, what the hell? If it hadn't worked, I'd have had to go to the hospital, and I'd probably still be there, because we all know what getting out of ER i.e. like.
She dumped my bed stuff in the wash and went on the attack with the vacuum cleaner and the bug spray, and cleaned them all up. We couldn't find a trail, or anything else they might have been after in the room besides- you know, me.
Last summer they bit holes in some clothes I'd thrown on my floor (which I then was unfortunate enough to put on again, while the ants were still crawling around) and all I can think of is that for some crazy reason, my sweat tastes good.
Yeech. I hate ants.
I popped a Benadryl capsule and went back to bed- in Mom's room after she left for work, because I knew I'd freak out too much sleeping in my room, even though I knew the creepy little things were all gone. So, I crashed for a few hours, and woke up dizzy and really nauseated. So nauseated I was afraid to cough in case I- well, you get the idea.
I went back to bed, and called Mom's cell when I got up, just to let her know I was still alive and feeling better, except for some residual nausea.
We both forgot that Benadryl can mess with your stomach unless you've eaten recently, which I hadn't. So I had some Sprite and crackers, and watched X3. Including the deleted scenes, which contain some weird shit. (Magneto with kind of a shaggy beard? Uh... no.) And some 'extended' and 'original' scenes that I swear were in the movie when I saw it in the theater. Why do they do strange things like this?
Anyway... We're going out tonight to buy some more of the outdoor bug spray that nuked these little bastards last summer, and some more ant stakes, and possibly a flamethrower.
I just really don't have the words for how creeped out and disgusted I was this morning. Oh, and scared, because I've seen a bad reaction to red ants, and it scared the crap out of me. Now I'm paranoid, looking for them everywhere, feeling every little itch and a bunch more that are probably all in my head.
Someone take note. When we take over the world, red ants have got to go. We can keep the black ones, which are just icky and annoying, but don't bite me, or cause nasty allergic reactions.
Okay, I think I need some more food, then maybe another nap, sans Benadryl.
Little backstory. We're going into our second year in our house; before it was our house, this was a vacant lot hanging out with a lot of other vacant lots.
Last summer we got ants. The nasty red ants that bite. We fought them off last year, I managed to only get bit a couple of times... It was disgusting, annoying, and scary last year. I'm allergic to them.
Yesterday they were in the kitchen having a great time. So we killed those, and thought everything was good.
I woke up at almost 5AM because something bit me on the leg. A lot of crawly somethings.
The little fuckers were in my bed. I must've been bitten around a dozen times, which if you're me, is Not Good. I have a topical Benadryl pen I use for bug bites, so I slapped some of that on all of the bites I could find. But I was freaked out, creeped out, and kind of not breathing so well. Mom told me to go get a shower and clean up the bites; seemed silly, but I figured, what the hell? If it hadn't worked, I'd have had to go to the hospital, and I'd probably still be there, because we all know what getting out of ER i.e. like.
She dumped my bed stuff in the wash and went on the attack with the vacuum cleaner and the bug spray, and cleaned them all up. We couldn't find a trail, or anything else they might have been after in the room besides- you know, me.
Last summer they bit holes in some clothes I'd thrown on my floor (which I then was unfortunate enough to put on again, while the ants were still crawling around) and all I can think of is that for some crazy reason, my sweat tastes good.
Yeech. I hate ants.
I popped a Benadryl capsule and went back to bed- in Mom's room after she left for work, because I knew I'd freak out too much sleeping in my room, even though I knew the creepy little things were all gone. So, I crashed for a few hours, and woke up dizzy and really nauseated. So nauseated I was afraid to cough in case I- well, you get the idea.
I went back to bed, and called Mom's cell when I got up, just to let her know I was still alive and feeling better, except for some residual nausea.
We both forgot that Benadryl can mess with your stomach unless you've eaten recently, which I hadn't. So I had some Sprite and crackers, and watched X3. Including the deleted scenes, which contain some weird shit. (Magneto with kind of a shaggy beard? Uh... no.) And some 'extended' and 'original' scenes that I swear were in the movie when I saw it in the theater. Why do they do strange things like this?
Anyway... We're going out tonight to buy some more of the outdoor bug spray that nuked these little bastards last summer, and some more ant stakes, and possibly a flamethrower.
I just really don't have the words for how creeped out and disgusted I was this morning. Oh, and scared, because I've seen a bad reaction to red ants, and it scared the crap out of me. Now I'm paranoid, looking for them everywhere, feeling every little itch and a bunch more that are probably all in my head.
Someone take note. When we take over the world, red ants have got to go. We can keep the black ones, which are just icky and annoying, but don't bite me, or cause nasty allergic reactions.
Okay, I think I need some more food, then maybe another nap, sans Benadryl.
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Are you feeling better? Have you called an exterminator?
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