That's right. Our entire apartment was infested with red ants. We threw that package of cookies out on the balcony last night, and this is what we woke up to (SEE THE PICTURE). Disgusting. It didn't sit well with this pregnant lady.
Well try explaining this problem to a bunch of people who don't speak your language. We had already told them we saw ants in our apartment last week and clearly that worked. But we had to try again. First the hubs said ants....then bugs...then ants again...then the guy at the front desk (who is actually the guy the doorman so he knows even less English) says, "Huh?" and Justin draws him a picture of an ant-like creature and writes the word, "ANTS" on it. That seemed to click.
Up comes the maid armed with a bottle of some toxic spray. She looks out on the balcony, sees the cookies, and of course, thinks the ants are just out there. I've never been so happy to open my kitchen cabinets and find ants crawling in the oatmeal and everything else we had purchased. I pointed there and she was like...."Ohhhhhh!"
She starts spraying away and I'm thinking this probably isn't the best shit for me to be around but seriously. This woman knows no English. Which makes me wonder why people in the US hire illegals as housekeepers. The language barrier would drive me nuts. I don't care how cheap the labor is. Well, anyway, She sprays for awhile, and leaves behind clouds of bug-killer. This, combined with that scent of that bug repellant ring we burned last night, left me barfing most of the day. It was one of my finer moments.
A few hours later I go by the door and everywhere else she sprayed. There are literally piles of dead ants. PILES. When the maid came back to clean the room, she saw the piles and said, "Ewwwwww." Yes, exactly! I guess we are on the same page.