Goodbye, mants!

It seems like every spring

the ants find their way

into our house.

We have to start being careful

about dropping crumbs on the floor

and spray them when we find them.

Well, London had another idea.

She loves animals.

After she found the ants,

she wanted to put them outside.

At first, she thought she could just

shoo them out, like a dog.

"Come on, mants

(that's what she thought they were called,

after hearing Jordan say we have 'some ants'.),

go on! Go outside! Go on!"

When that didn't work, she decided

to take them out on her finger

one by one.

"I Gotcha!", she would say happily.

Each one was carefully placed out

on the back step.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.