Today, I met the stuff of my nightmares.
When I first moved into this cozy flat at the start of the year, I was given a small box of pest poison to control mice problems. I left it in a hidden corner and prayed hard that it is just a precautionary step taken by the college for an imaginary problem.
Because I stay alone in this cozy little flat, I know if someone has been inside or if someone has been here. I know if something is broken because it is old or if something is broken because someone has been rough. And best of all, I know why things are dirty or disarrayed.
But nothing I can remember explains the ant infestation in the kitchen when I came back today. I have not done anything sugary lately. I have not eaten in my room. So how is it that the ants are having a party in the absence of all these goodies? Don’t you just love it when something happens and it cannot be explained?
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