For some reason, during the summer ants like to try and come in our house near the glass sliding door in our kitchen (maybe it has something to do with the crumbs on the floor?). Alice has taken it upon herself to rid the house of any ant she might find. Here’s how things played out this morning.
Alice: Mom! There is a dead ant on my shirt! Can you get it off?
Me (as I picked the dead carcass off): Uh, how did a dead ant get on your shirt?
Alice: It was my only weapon.
Me: Please don’t squish anymore ants with your clothes.