The Ant BATTLE!

The battle against the ants begins:
Weapons - Raid and a cigarette lighter
Uniform - Shorts and Hawaiin shirt

The day of the ANT!

The patter of rain hitting the windows was soothing as we sat in the living room of our apartment.  Shellie was sitting on the couch watching something on the toob, I was sitting at my desk, playing - probably world of warcraft (the beta was released!), it was getting later, around 1030 or 11pm when Shellie, as per her usual, decides that she's going to bed and announces it.
"I'm going to bed" She says, partially as a warning, partially as a statement.
"OK" I reply in my normal "I understand and will be quiet whilst you get your beauty sleep" tone. We do our normal routine, I flip the channel to something more my liking (cartoons or sports or something) and continue on with the game playing, relaxed...  for the time being.

10 minutes later my name is screamed, not really screamed, but shotgunned into my ear.  I heave a sigh of disappointment and get up, annoyed that "my time" has been disturbed.

"What's going on" I say
"what is that?" she points to something on the bed.  I forgot to mention that the lights weren't on so that made it difficult to see that "that" on the bed...
"uhm, I don't know?" I dared to question "the sheet?"
"On the sheet dummy" she replied, which wasn't nice (and probably not her exact words, but close enough), she was distraught, tired and at a breaking point, so I looked closer.
"HRMMM, odd"
"that's all you can say is, "odd"?" she says
"well what else do you want me to say?"  I look closer and notice... wait is that movement?  I move closer and yes, it seems that something is moving on the bed.
-- Let me preface this story by saying that I have severe Psoriasis so it's like a snow day everyday, everywhere, the in-joke of mine is you can take a pile of mike and just add water and BOOM clone of mike.
On with the story - I look closely and see a piece of mike moving haphazardly around the bed, as I get in closer, I realize that the ants have invaded and have gone after my silky smooth, sugary tasting candy coating that is my skin.

Shellie is out of her mind at this point, because she's tired and now she has to clean this mess.  I tell her to vacuum the ants up and raid them.  Genocide and vacuum's go hand in hand and it's easier to do than washing the sheets.  She opts for the latter, while I help to vacuum and promote toxic warfare with the ants.

The problem is, is that my skin is so  tasty, they continually come back - it's quite annoying, like being the Pied Piper of California for ants.  I'm working on a picture of me and the ants battling.  And now you all know the story of the ants.

New to this thing

I'm new to this blogging thing, so bear with me and be nice to me the first few times out.  Ya know, it's  like trying to ride a bike for the first time, but it will get easier and better the more I do it.

-As for that first time riding a bike... Well my first bike was a weird looking half girly-half guy type of bike, gold with a hard plastic seat (this is mid-seventies), there is a picture that I borrowed from another blog here (Ieta Joy) because the pic was something very close to what I had.  Anyways, imagine having to learn how to ride a bike with plastic wheels...  Then I upgraded to a Huffy (which got stolen) and then I got another Huffy (which also got stolen) and at that point, I think we moved away to another state so that person could stop stealing my  bikes.