Maybe All Those Quizzes are Right...

Last night, I came home to find that my kitchen sink had become a bustling ant metropolis. Ants! In December! What the fuck? And it's not like my kitchen is disgusting - there were a few dishes, maybe my cocktail shaker, but they were full of water. Anybody who knows me IRL is well aware of my anti-dirty dish policies. One panicked call to Mom LaBlonde later, I head out to pick up some ant traps. I litter my sink with those bastards (not having children or pets has its benefits), and sit back to watch the destruction. Thirty seconds later, they're eating the bait, and I'm giggling to myself: "Yes, my pretty little ones.. feast. Feast on DEATH!"

Yikes.