There is a laundry shoot at our house which conveniently allows us to collect dirty clothes in a closet in the laundry room. My mom and I do laundry endlessly---maybe 3 or 4 loads a day---but despite our efforts, the problem still persists.
Ants.
Disgusting ants.
I don't know how she can live in a house which presents this problem year after year. "It's every spring," she says, spraying toxic ANT AND ROACH KILLER on a pool of slithering friends. The smell, not to mention the sight, nauseates me.
Thank goodness for brand, spankin'-new suburban homes.
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