Ants

Ants! I have hated them for as long as I can remember. I'm not a fan of most bugs, but ants are at the top of the list.

Back when I was about 6, I remember a little girl that I was playing with accidentally standing on an ant mound and getting covered with little black ants. She screamed and I was horrified.

They have always been a pest in my kitchen, refusing to take the ant bait home to the queen and kill the colony or take the hint and move away.

I have tried pepper, borax, cinnamon, Windex! They do not go away.

Here in Georgia the fire ants make new mounts after a rain. A green lawn will be spotted with red mounds of soil, all the little ants working together to push the bright Georgia clay up to the surface. Those little mounds drive me crazy!

When I spot an ant mound, even when it is harmless and far from my yard or children, I have a strong desire to kick it, drive over it, or sprinkle it with a pesticide.

I know that I am a little extreme in my dislike. I just can't seem to help myself.