Ok, I give. I have two little crumb-crunchers, plus a husband who doesn't seem to know we have a trash can, so there are always graham cracker and goldfish crumbs on the floor and half empty juice boxes and gatorade on the coffee tables. It cannot be fixed! Believe me, I've tried! And, I know, sue me-- I don't do the dishes EVERY SINGLE NIGHT before I go to bed, so there are sometimes dirty dishes in the sink in the morning. But really? EVERYWHERE? Why in empty reusable grocery bags? Why inside my kitchen cabinets with the dishes? Why in the coat closet? Why under the stinky laundry in the basement? And where, exactly, are you coming from? I know that the house isn't exactly "sealed", or anything, but you don't leave an obvious trail where you are entering-- it's just open the desk drawer in the office and "Whoa!!- ANTS!" I don't mean to seem all ugly-American on you or anything, but you have to go. I haven't actually yet recovered from "children endlessly vomiting" season here in Italy, so I am simply unprepared to enter "Endless ant marches through the dining room" season. So, go. Your cooperation is appreciated in advance. Arrivederci.
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