I’m battling a slight ant problem in the kitchen, and a slight daddy long legs problem in our bedroom. Ants = annoying. Daddy long legs = cute in an annoying way.
I’ve combated the ants with sprays around the doorways, and sweeping the floor and wiping down the counters 47 times a day to make sure there are no traces of food left out. But a few ants are still coming around, hoping against hope, I suppose.
Anyway, Alyssa doesn’t like bugs. If she spots a fly, that’s all we’ll hear about for the duration of its stay.
“Mommy, fly on the table.”
“Mommy, fly on arm.”
Now she’s picking up the ants that she spots on the kitchen floor, then gets upset (I can hear it in her shrill little voice) as the ants scurry up her arm.
She also calls moths butterflies. 
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My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a six year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
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