It's been almost three years since I have taken time off for vacation. The last couple of years any time off has been for family matters, so, it was with great enthusiasm that I embarked on my journey to a cabin in the mountains.
A beautiful lake. Crystal blue skies. A hot tub on the back deck. No internet. Climbing mountains and splendid vistas...
You know that nagging feeling that you aren't feeling quite right? That nagging feeling that you toss aside even as you're pulling out of your driveway? Well, by the first afternoon that nagging feeling had manifested into a fever. Throwing ice into the hot tub wasn't exactly an option. Over the next 24 hours I resorted to such tricks as sticking a water bottle in the freezer and putting that on my head.
As I lay in bed with a water bottle precariously balanced on my forehead, I stared up at the ceiling...which seemed to be moving. I came to realize that it was a network of carpenter ants traveling back and forth. Soon I began to recognize the distinct PLUNK sound they made when they fell to the ground. It's not good when ants are big enough to make a sound when they fall.
By the second night I was armed with a sandal and used it to smoosh about a hundred ants in the cabin. Then it came time for bed. There were eight ants on the bedspread and one under the pillow. I realize that I'm in the woods, and if I were camping ants would have been part of the atmosphere. But this was a nice cabin. Heck, it had a hot tub! And I had a high fever!
We made it through that night with the lights on, listening to PLUNK, PLUNK, PLUNK, armed with our shoe weapons. First sign of daylight, we packed up the car and headed home where I proceeded to cave into the plague.
Since then, I've noticed that every other commercial on TV seems to be about ants. :)
Maureen (who seems to have misplaced a lung)