Boxpocalypse 2013: The Boxes are Dead, Long Live the Boxes

Every time I think we might be approaching the end of moving, we wind up with more boxes somehow.

Mostly because we keep going to IKEA and buying things we need (like a new couch, or a bed, or whatever. We sold a lot of our furniture for the move).

Which is important and all, but GODDAMMIT I JUST WANT A HOME THAT ISN’T FULL OF BOXES. *weeps*

Also, ants.

We are having a major ant problem and the little Raid ant traps we got are NOT CUTTING IT. Time to hit a gardening/hardware store and get the nuclear option: Grant’s. (Whose slogan should be “Grant’s kills ants, and small housepets if you aren’t careful, so yanno, be careful.”)

In the faceoff of which is worse, boxes or ants, I have to say I choose ants. At least boxes don’t crawl around on me and make my brain interpret every light touch on my skin as the little feet of an ant (thanks, anxiety).