Tag: apartment

After riding home from the dock party at Krannert this afternoon, I chain my bike to the tree outside the apartment as usual, and I start to walk around the building to get to the front door.  Two doors down from my back porch, I look down, and see the most incredible mass of insects I’ve ever seen.  Looking closer, I see they’re ants.  Small ants, big ants, big ants with wings.  I’ve never seen this many ants before, not even in nature films.  It is absolutely disgusting.
Since they show no signs of letting up, and are starting to try and get inside (which is weird, I thought when the males developed wings it was time to mate), I am boiling a kettle of salt water to try and disperse the nest.  I hope this will do the trick.

Update:  So, according to this site, wings really are for males and mating season.  Which would also explain the pleasant pine scent I noticed when I went to dump the first pot of water on them.
Now, I admit that I hate bugs and insects of all kinds.  They just make my skin crawl.  But this was too much.
And you think that the guy in the apartment whose porch it is would care in the slightest.  But he just stared at me blankly when I told him about the ants and my eradication techniques.  Dumbass.

217-384-0766

That’s the phone number SBC gave us without telling us, without any notification that the service was active. After I called them and told them to cancel the order for new service.
So that number’s been disconnected. I think we’ll be okay without a local number for now. Maybe later I can convince Denise and Jen to get a local number. Though truthfully, I’d probably be the one to use it most, having Gill call me an hour earlier instead of waiting till 10pm her time to call her on my “free” minutes on my cell phone.
On the other hand, it’d be nice to have local service for the times when the cell phones don’t work, for people to call us, and so that we have a local number, just in case.
Of course, it was hard enough convincing Jen to pay any part of the cable bill, so the phone will be an even tougher sell.

So, I just got a phone call on the phone that isn’t hooked up yet. I was just sitting here typing on my computer, and my phone, which I had plugged into the network box because it gave me a dial tone, started to ring. So I picked it up and it turned out to be a telemarketer selling subscriptions to the Chicago Tribune. So I interrupted her spiel.
“Excuse me. Julie.. was it? Could you do me a favor? Do you know what number you just called? Could you tell me?”
And she did. And now, somehow, through no fault of my own, we have a local phone number.

Uh oh… I wonder if SBC really did cancel my order.