The ants from here, here, and here finally went away. I do not know why. They just did. Maybe they died of boredom. Maybe it got warm enough outside to go live there. Maybe they were afraid of what super power I was going to pull out next to use on them. Maybe our odd antics scared them.
I suppose that in the end I don't care why they left. They are gone, and I am happy. And the Angel can go into the bathroom again without fear of being eaten. That's always a good thing.
A little place where I record all the fun and odd and mundane goings-on of this wonderful life I share with my big family...
and then I take a nap.
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