Phew....

So this last month has been.......interesting, to say the least. So much has happened, though I haven't really done anything.  I tried to get out of my living situation and FAIL. Can't get out of my contract. So, at the beginning of this month I was just running around spinning my wheels for absolutely nothing ultimately. I swear it's been quite the roller-coaster ride. I've been sick three times this month, my glasses got broken, trying to figure out this university is just...*facepalm* mixed with my own head fog is just making things crazy. But, I am trying to look on the bright side: I have contacts, I will eat before I go to BBQs, my class schedule is set now, and my flat here is really cute and I really like it. 


Also, my flatmates are really trying to be accommodating, considering.  However, that only lasted until we had some new "roommates" move in: las hormigas. Yes, they came, they saw, and....they died, yes, because I killed them. I'm not sure how serious they were taking me when I stated--pretty clearly, I thought--"I don't do ants (or bugs, or creepy crawlers, or rodents, or anything that comes in uninvited and ruins your food)." 


"Well," one girl said, "I don't like the idea of spraying such harsh chemicals in the kitchen." And the other promptly followed with, "And these sprays are really harsh. You have to wear a mask and leave the house for 45minutes." 


I stared blankly at them for a few seconds, then down at my box of Cheerios in the garbage that was 3/4 full of cereal and 1/4 full of ants. Then one of them suggested that we buy traps for the ants. Well, this was something that I never knew existed. Traps for ants, you say? Sounds like a fail, but ok, I'll humor you.  The next morning when I went into the kitchen, I noticed the traps on the floor next to the cabinet. I also noticed all of the ants crawling on the trap and up the cabinet and into the cabinet and onto the food and onto the dishes. After class that day, I walked down to this store called Carrefour, the French equivalent of a Super Target, where I purchased some items: milk, cheese, contact solution, also Raid. 


I no longer have ants.


And boy do I feel better about not scratching myself like a crackhead.


Do I feel bad about lying about spraying?        *Ahem*