I came downstairs this morning to make some coffee, to help fuel Tyler and I while packing him up to go to a conference in NYC for the remainder of the week. The afternoon prior, I had made a nice salad with local greens, a white wine vinegarette, goat cheese, and pecans. When opening the bag of pecans, a few fell out onto the floor. Reggie was very interested in these few stray pecans, and being in a hurry, I just left them on the floor.
What could a few pecans on the tile floor really hurt, right?
I fill the coffee maker with water, looking down at Reggie, who is standing by a pecan, meowing. The pecan is moving. Wait, do I just need a cup of coffee? No, no, the pecan is moving—covered with tiny little black ants. I yell for Tyler, who is making his way downstairs (he has a bus to catch to the airport), and report my observation. We stomp the ants, sweep the floor, and wonder how the heck that many ants could have possibly made it into the house.
After rushing to drop Tyler off at the pickup point, I go home, and notice ants still crawling around the kitchen floor. This entire wall is covered by cabinetry, the fridge, the stove, and the sink below a window. The only access I really have to this area is under the stove and behind the fridge. I can’t really pull out the fridge by myself, so I decide to remove the tray from underneath the stove and am greeted with….. a sight.
There’s a crack. In the floor. Where the wall meets the floor. And it is crawling with ants.
I thought maybe I was exaggerating, and the crack was always there, but man, looking back of pictures of the house (built one year ago) as it was being finished, there was no…. gap….. between the wall and the floor. Houses shift, its new construction, these things happen. We are awaiting the handyman from the company that built our house to come out “ASAP” to assess the situation. This should be covered under our one year inspection deal with them, so I’m hoping it will be (properly) fixed and not just patched in that easy convenient spot… what if it runs along the entire length of the house over on that side!?? What if the water that refuses to drain on that side of the house is causing the problem? I am concerned that it won’t get fixed properly, and the problem will reoccur later.
The joys of home ownership. If I feel like something isn’t being done right, I will cutabitch.