My life should be a 1950's "B" horror movie

John and I have battled ants in our house since we moved in. We've tried a lot of things and most of them have worked for a short time. We had terminx come in and spray, we've used household spray, we've used ant traps, we now clean exclusively with vinegar (which one website said ants detest), and I've completely cleaned the kitchen and all the tile floors with bleach and water. Like I said, most of these things have worked, and worked well, until they have worn off. So every few months or so, we see some ants, double our efforts, and we are ant free for a few more months. We noticed that our little friends were back a few weeks ago. Out came the bleach, ant traps, and indoor ant spray. We still saw them few and far between-it was unnerving, but they weren't everywhere like they have been in the past.

Today, I was taking our dirty kitchen towels and Anne's bibs out of the laundry basket in the laundry room to wash them. Picture this, black and white, me in an A-line dress, high heels and pearls, doing the laundry while my beloved husbands kicks back with a cigar and the paper. The little one is perfectly content and clean, playing picturesquely by herself. I am putting the laundry into the washer while humming a little tune to myself. All of a sudden I look down, scream, and bring my hands to my face. The camera pans in for an up close shot of the horror in my eyes, mouth agape. I am looking at thousands of ants!! They are crawling over all the laundry, enjoying a free meal of Anne's dirty bibs. We are talking ants like you sometimes see on sidewalks that are so thick it looks like the sidewalk is brown. Of course, I screamed, John ran in in a panic crying "What's wrong, what's wrong?" Unable to answer, I continued screaming and pointing. John took one look down and whisked me out of the room. He then dumped the entire laundry basket and the mesh bag into the washer, which fortunately was filling with scalding hot water. Out came the spray as the final ants were poisoned to death. John and I then watched, fascinated, as the ants in the washer all scurried for higher ground. When the washer started it's wash cycle, I laughed a menical laugh...HAHAHAHA...the ants were all dead!

Hopefully we can figure something out to keep these pesky creatures out of our home!