Hello, my name is Mary, and I hate -- make that absolutely LOATHE -- bugs, especially when they somehow manage to enter my house instead of staying outside where they belong.
It never fails. Every year somewhere between the end of spring and the beginning of summer, those disgusting little creatures known as ants show up in my kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and every space in between. I swear it's like they come out of the walls or something -- and every year I vow that instead of rushing to the store for dozens of traps, I'll make sure my home is protected the following season so I don't have to deal with them again.
But you know how that story goes: saying and actually following through with a promise are two different things. I'm saying it one last time -- ants will NEVER enter my house again.