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The morning after The Pred and her husband left to travel, I was lying in bed enjoying the peace. I opened my eyes slowly and there in front of my nose on the windowsill was an ant. Hm. An ant. Oh, 2 ants. 3 ants. 6 ants. 10 ants. 15 ants. Daaaaaamn it.
So I got up, got the ant blaster spray poison, and went to town. As I sprayed and sprayed, ant carcasses went flying everywhere. There were about a cup worth of ants in the window when I was done, everything from regular ants, to little flying ones, to huge flying ones that pop like bubble wrap when you squish them. It occurred to me that the ants had no reason to be in the window – no food, little moisture, little shelter, so nervously I approached the other windows realizing I’d never looked at any of them before. The very next one, in the living room, was swarming with ants as well, so I let out a blood-curdling war cry and finished off the can of spray. I approached another window with the dredges, terrified of what I would find…
…but fortunately, there were no more. For some reason, just the first two windows I’d thought of had ants. When night fell I was dismayed to find that there were still live ones hanging out, so if the dead bodies everywhere weren’t enough of a deterrent, now I definitely could not sleep in my bed.
Not really having other options, I pulled the futon The Pred and her hubby had been sleeping on out into the living room, amongst the mess they’d created in their last minute packing, and slept there the next night. It was at that point using their bed linens that I realized they’d been kind enough to let me use the dirtiest, stinkiest, least comfortable bedding in the whole damn apartment. Nice.
Well, the bedding was better but the floor was hard and I woke up hourly and stiff, which meant that while I was running sleepily off to work the big mess that was my apartment had doubled in size.
Two days before I arrived, my drier broke, so K-sen came to me that day and said he would come look at the numbers on it and see if we could get it repaired. Until we were outside the apartment, I’d forgotten about the huge mess inside (like, the “you can’t walk in here” mess). Additionally, the door only opened about a foot because the futon was in front of it in the living room, since I’d used the sliding door straight out of my bedroom to exit the apartment that morning. I had just enough time to pick up the more repulsive things before inviting him. I was sure to use my most careful Japanese to tell him that The Pred made the mess and did not clean before she left. He told me he wasn’t surprised. I know it wasn’t my fault, but K-sen will probably never be in my house again and I am embarrassed that that’s what he’ll think of when he thinks of my apartment.
You’ll be glad to know that by the time The Pred came back and I cleaned up their mess a little, the ants were finally leaving me alone. Apparently, The Pred’s husband said it’s an on-and-off problem, but it will probably be less of a problem for me, for reasons that are probably obvious by now.
So I got up, got the ant blaster spray poison, and went to town. As I sprayed and sprayed, ant carcasses went flying everywhere. There were about a cup worth of ants in the window when I was done, everything from regular ants, to little flying ones, to huge flying ones that pop like bubble wrap when you squish them. It occurred to me that the ants had no reason to be in the window – no food, little moisture, little shelter, so nervously I approached the other windows realizing I’d never looked at any of them before. The very next one, in the living room, was swarming with ants as well, so I let out a blood-curdling war cry and finished off the can of spray. I approached another window with the dredges, terrified of what I would find…
…but fortunately, there were no more. For some reason, just the first two windows I’d thought of had ants. When night fell I was dismayed to find that there were still live ones hanging out, so if the dead bodies everywhere weren’t enough of a deterrent, now I definitely could not sleep in my bed.
Not really having other options, I pulled the futon The Pred and her hubby had been sleeping on out into the living room, amongst the mess they’d created in their last minute packing, and slept there the next night. It was at that point using their bed linens that I realized they’d been kind enough to let me use the dirtiest, stinkiest, least comfortable bedding in the whole damn apartment. Nice.
Well, the bedding was better but the floor was hard and I woke up hourly and stiff, which meant that while I was running sleepily off to work the big mess that was my apartment had doubled in size.
Two days before I arrived, my drier broke, so K-sen came to me that day and said he would come look at the numbers on it and see if we could get it repaired. Until we were outside the apartment, I’d forgotten about the huge mess inside (like, the “you can’t walk in here” mess). Additionally, the door only opened about a foot because the futon was in front of it in the living room, since I’d used the sliding door straight out of my bedroom to exit the apartment that morning. I had just enough time to pick up the more repulsive things before inviting him. I was sure to use my most careful Japanese to tell him that The Pred made the mess and did not clean before she left. He told me he wasn’t surprised. I know it wasn’t my fault, but K-sen will probably never be in my house again and I am embarrassed that that’s what he’ll think of when he thinks of my apartment.
You’ll be glad to know that by the time The Pred came back and I cleaned up their mess a little, the ants were finally leaving me alone. Apparently, The Pred’s husband said it’s an on-and-off problem, but it will probably be less of a problem for me, for reasons that are probably obvious by now.
