Spring has sprung. It is still mostly gray, rainy and often sleety. It is still invariably no more than 55 degrees at the warmest parts of the day. But... the ants are out. A sure sign of Spring.
I am grateful that our bug infestations in the PNW exclude scorpions, bed bugs and brown recluses. However, I can't bring myself to be at peace with waking up on the couch to a horde of ants crawling up my afghan and in my hair.
Neither can I abide waking up in the morning and coming downstairs to a kitchen that seems to be alive with an entire anthill. Not a crumb of food or dirty dish to be seen, mind you. The entire counter space, stove top and empty sink were crawling. (and it is of note that the fruitbowl on said counter space that held two ripe bananas was devoid of any Hymenoptera).
Thank goodness that Sunday is Adventure Day. We wiped out the horde, hopped in the car and headed north. Lego store, bit of hiking, and Phở. Standard. Phở is always good for H.K.'s sinuses and my nausea. The exercise is not so much, although as I think I've mentioned, that will hardly stop me. The nausea is settling into its Springtime routine; it swells after I've eaten [anything], when I have forgotten to eat [anything] for more than five hours, and is exacerbated when my sinuses flare. Bring it on -- I'm armed with Phở, Netti Pot, five kinds of nasal spray and even more variations of antihistamine.