The house that Teddy and Rena's mom is renting has ants, tiny helpless black spots that clamber across the kitchen countertop every morning. I have to kill them. I have to. As I wield a paper towel I apologize and wish them well on their journey. And I feel like shit.
The only thing palatable about this task is cleaning the counter afterward. This orange scented eco-conscious cleanser makes me want to take home a bottle in my luggage. Would that be weird?
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