It’s a good thing a three-day weekend is approaching. Our house is so filthy I can barely stand it. Spring is the time when the hounds bring all kinds of forest parts in with them on their fur. Little bits of cedar, pine needles, and various sticks hitch a ride on that feathery fur on the dogs’ legs and underside. The canine team then deposits these forest parts all over the floor.
All these forest parts mingle with the dog hair on the floor and make sort of a grayish-brownish speckled mat on the carpet within a matter of days. My office is littered with little pieces of the forest and dog hair everywhere. Plus the carpenter ants have awakened, so occasionally out of the corner of my eye, I’ll notice that one of the speckles is moving. (Eww, it’s not really a piece of forest; it’s an ant!)
None of the dogs like the taste of carpenter ants, so sometimes I’ll hear a distinctive offended slurping noise as the dog torments the ant. The process doesn’t actually dispatch the ant, but causes quite a commotion. All the other dogs need to see what the fuss is about, so there is much staring and sniffing.
I suppose having an ant crawling on your tail is just as bad as ants in your pants. And if you don’t have opposable thumbs, removing ants from delicate areas is a really tricky process.