Worked to the Bone
I have read several posts lately on a subject I can totally relate to.
Ants.
I hate intensely dislike them. I never thought much about them before, but we are innundated with them, in several varieties.
Although they are used as a symbol of industry and hard work in Scripture, I feel they are clear evidence of the Fall. I mean really, there is something wrong that they can emerge from a microwave unharmed. Chicken is cooked, butter melted and the bowl used is piping hot, but the ants, no harm done. They crawl out and go about thier business of invading my home. Creepy.
Maybe I need to have some more of these around, keep them out of the house.
(Beware, semi-gross picture coming up)
Notice the little leg bones poking out. These ants mean business. Exhibit #1 why I do not want to share my house with them.
By the time I was able to get this posted, I checked on this unsuspecting gecko again. Picked completely clean.
We have tried all sorts of things to get the ants out of our house. Unforuntately, they live in our walls, behind the tiles and in the cement. I think they are here to stay. But I do not have to like their company.
