mant's in my pants
I know you were expecting this, and were probably trying to warn me telepathically, but I have an ant problem. The cat, bless her heart, has sloppy eating habits and tends to leave oh-so-tempting morsels of food lying outside her bowl, and the empire of insects takes over from there. I have been vacuuming up the ants at intervals, but this seems to be only a stopgap measure.
But I know you did not come here to read about ants, and now you don't have to any more, because there is a bright new star in the blogverse. Orangebones is up through the good offices of Chris, my old doubles partner in guitar. (He also played badminton for Enamel.) Those are some penetrating posts, Chris; where you been, law school or something?
I have to go buy some ammonia cleaner now. They tell me it masks the formic acid trails.
