I’m copying this from my notes and saving it here for posterity.
Someone, we don’t know who, filled eggs with candy and put them all in our front yard. How fun! An Easter egg hunt!
It wasn’t until the kids dumped the eggs onto our living room floor that they discovered the ants.
Friends, this was when I made coffee and silently returned to the bedroom.
There are ants living in my house. Our living room rug appears to be moving because there are so many of them. This is fine.
Robbie vacuumed the ants out of the rug. Maybe.
Now my parents are in our front yard hiding eggs. Do we tell them about the ants? No, we do not. We let them have their fun because they have been stuck inside their house for weeks and they are bored.
I am not bored.