Our home has been invaded by giant black ants. They arrived as a result of a bag of ginger gummy snacks someone other than me left open in the closet. My family is puzzled by the fact that I don't care. Ants don't bother me in the least. I don't mind sharing my living space with them. As a child I could play with them for hours, though I'm sorry to say that "play"often involved mass extermination bordering on genocide. As an adult I try to make up for that by treating them well.
raccoons - deer - ants .... what's next? 😂😂😂 Is your house in the the path of Jumanji?
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Read the mice story!
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Ants are way better than the mouse I saw trying to nibble on the butter on the kitchen table
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I know this is even crazier, but no one in our family worries about mice but our cat. This is a true story: one morning years ago I am woken up by hearing my wife cooing and saying "aren't you cute? " I knew of course she wasn't talking about me. She had her hand closed around a tiny mouse that had crawled into her hair. She got out of bed and put it outside. I couldn't believe it! Both my wife and daughter like mice.
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lol yikes. I’m still suffering from PTSD from the mouse getting after the butter!!
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Oh man. I have many rodent stories. I don't mind mice, but rats scare me. As a kid we had a rat problem in our house. My father had these giant rat traps which I'm sure weren't too expensive. Still, my dad was frugal. If he found out I just threw the rat out with the trap, rather than removing the mangled, disgusting, often maggot ridden carcass so we could reuse the trap, there would be hell to pay.
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Wow that is beyond gross!! I can see if you didn’t have the means to buy another trap but being so cheap you get mad at your son for not removing a rotten rat carcass from a trap to be used again is a whole level of cheapness I could never understand
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😂
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