Mini came along. We stood there and she started pointing. I could not really include this in the pandemic quote post, because she was kind of speechless for a bit. Just the pointing. I thought she was pointing at a bin, and I was like:
"No, it's in this bin. I already pulled it down."
For some reason this reminds me of the scene from Airplane when the guy has the knife in his back and she starts dancing imitating his knife pointing movements. Not at all the same, yet . . .
"Big Bird" she finally said.
|Not a great pic, but this is the Big Bird|
costume I made and if you look closely you
can see the tiny ants having a party on his feathers.
|most of my guys are stored in bins - |
see Elmo here peering out of his bin? Bird's
body (in the background) is too big for
a bin. His head piece is the
part that was covered in ants -
also not contained in a bin.
"Go get your father," I whimpered. I don't do ants in the hundreds, if possible.
People, it was unbelievable. We dumped out a bin of out of season shoes that is stored in the storage room, and we shoved Big in there and took him outside and shook the hell out of him. He may have lost a few feathers. Then I sealed up the bin and left him on the porch for a few days, just to be sure.
|See how snug they are in their bin? |
The guys that come apart easily
enjoy an ant-free life in storage.
There was no food down there, but I think these are the kinds of tiny ants that come up from underground after a rain. No idea, but they have not been back since we sprayed and cleaned them all up.
When we were pulling stuff off of the ant-infested, high shelf - there in the back corner was a pair of Mini's jeans, and underwear, and a shirt. I was like "HUH?"
|Elmo saying "move over |
guys, here I come."
These are the kinds of questions I am faced with as the mother of a girl that likes to laugh a lot with her friends. From what I understand, there are worse things that teenage girls can be into besides laughing till they pee themselves, so I will take the occasional pee incident.
|I never tire of showcasing ole Bird.|
|The gang. Can you tell it is after 2 am |
here and I no longer know what
to do with myself? I should
probably just go to bed.
Then I cracked the case. Over Christmas break Mini had friends sleep over. When Tank wanted to have friends over, he probably 'cleaned' up the basement before his buddies arrived by taking whatever clothes Mini left behind and chucking them up on the storage room shelf.
These are the conditions I live in. I just NEVER do know what I will find. Anywhere. It is slightly unnerving. I cannot even blame the pandemic.