I usually leave out the front door rather than through the garage—just because, to see the weather, get a bit of fresh air. Hmn. What was that on the doorframe outside? Ant. Goodbye, ant.

More rain, but dry when I get home. Walk the dog. Hmn. Ant on doorframe outside. Goodbye, ant.

There are some smudges on the paint that are driving me crazy, so I am busily wiping them down and have reached the foyer as James comes in. Hmn. What's that on the doorframe inside?

Okay, you don't have to beat me over the head. I got into grubbies and went for the Ortho. Sure enough, ants marching around the bottom of the front steps and straggling up the bricks to the door. So ended up spraying all the cracks and crevices of the porch, the steps, and the edges of all the sidewalks out to the mailbox. They can live out near the mailbox. Not in my house.

I didn't spray inside for present, just killed the other three ants I found sauntering in. Maybe I need to go back to the health food store and get some more peppermint oil, which would be better for the woodwork and smell nice as well.

Wretched things. Must be all the rain—and I can't say I don't blame them for wanting to get away from the present deluges.

About the time September rolls around in New England, we start having what they call "line storms" to indicate the changing of the season. It almost seems like we're seeing a version of them here.

Sure wish it wasn't going to rain again. I hope the stuff at least gets to dry.

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