I’m one of those women who like to stock up on things when they go on sale. In fact, the only way retailers can get me to pay full price for anything is to pry the money from my stingy penny-pinching fingers.
I have no shame 😥
So I stocked up on Dixie Sugar when it went on sale a few months ago and I opened the last bag this morning for my coffee. Because everyone knows coffee ain’t good unless you can taste diabetes in every sip. Same can be said for sweet tea. #lifeinthesouth #stereotypes
The other day I had an invasion of ants in my pantry. Luckily, most everything was sealed. The only thing those mini savages got was my box of Special K Red Berries.
I knew this because ants travel in a line. So you can always find where they are going. I got rid of the cereal and the little monsters who ruined it. Since there were no more trails, I figured I got them all.
Until I opened the bag of sugar this morning. It’s really interesting, actually.
I imagine a bag of sugar is like the jackpot to ants. They love sweet things. Getting sugar in its purest form would be the biggest accomplishment for the relentless sweet-seekers… right?
But I wondered why there was no ant trail. If they found the good stuff, could get to it, why wasn’t there a whole army marching to and from the compromised bag of sugar?
As I poured the ant-polluted sugar in the garbage, I realized none of the black specks were moving.
They were dead.
All of them.
The ants found what they were looking for and it killed them.