Ant-icide

We have an ant problem.

It is only the middle of March and the ants already think it is a good time to move-in. We went and bought ant traps last night and put them in the popular ant spots and called it good, for now. This afternoon I had a very interesting conversation with my two year old, Sofia. It went something like this:

Sofia: Mom, there's ants in the bathroom under the rug.

Mom: I know, honey, it's ok, mommy knows they are there.

Sofia: Is there ant traps under there?

Mom: Yes.

Sofia: There's poison in the ant traps and the ants is gonna eat it? The ants is gonna die?

Mom: Yes, but it's ok.

Sofia: The ants are gonna die like Jesus?

Mom: Uh, kind of like Jesus.

Sofia: And grandma Judy? And grandma Judy's kitty cat Moe? Moe died, mom?

Mom: Yes, sweetie, grandma Judy and Moe died like Jesus. But it's ok, they are in heaven together now, remember?

Sofia: The ants go to heaven too with Jesus and grandma Judy and Moe?

Mom: I hope so.


I don't think I'll ever be able to heartlessly commit ant genocide ever again.