The Ants came back...

So, the ants came back. They are back in the basement. Effers.. Disgusting little insects with an unwavering sense of purpose. A little army marching from under my baseboards and across the carpet.  It got me to thinking about the last time I did battle with them.  At that time too, I am fairly certain I was solo in my efforts.  All the people who live in this abode were elsewhere, as they were today.  I shuffled around heavy furniture to spray chemicals along the baseboards and found particular glee in shooting out the lights of the small swarms. I hunted on hands and knees like a soldier going to war.  I followed their trail, perhaps found a general point of entry and took some sense of satisfaction in this "recon" work.  The previous battle was waged two years ago in the exact same location, different entry point.

Two years ago I initally used a different approach to the ants.  The kinder, gentler method of the  baited food traps.  Useless.  Food traps take time and the ants, with their endless marching, multiplied many thousands of times over within days. The "food" probably gave them energy and vitamins.  It was like a horror movie - Ants on a Plane! Then I got angry and bought the chemical and got the mutherhugging ants outta my mutherhugging basement.  By the time it was all overwith, all the carpets needed replacement.  Too many ants, too much chemical needed. Stupid food traps. So this time, I am going with the big guns blazing the first time. Work smarter - not harder, right?

Two years ago was when I first had this blog.  At the time it served a purpose, a purely selfish need for reflection and release. I mean, really, isn't that what a blog is for?  I had a couple reasonably funny things written but I couldn't find the guts to write the real stuff I wanted to say.  Too personal.  Too close.  I'm not sure I have those guts yet. I closed the blog off without the intent of ever bringing it back. I needed the private, internal self-reflection for my own growth.  I have missed the outlet though. And I feel ready to share again.  So, like those ants, I am marching forward, not quite sure of the destination.  I have resolved to make the best of the best and not take one moment of crap or heartache or disappointment more than I have to. Life is good. I choose to write now. The ants came back...and so did my blog.