
This time last year, my fiance (now wife) Laura and I got our little pride and joy, a beagle mix named Lucy. She was a lost dog found on Hyde Street, according to the SPCA. I couldn't find such a place in York County on a map, so I like to think that she appeared straight out of thin air from heaven.
About the same time, Laura moved into a new apartment, and like most places with a yard, there were some problems with ants in the kitchen. So we got some ant traps and put them around the kitchen, and that worked for a day or two.
Until one night I saw a twisted piece of plastic on the floor, followed by another, and followed by two empty spots in the kitchen where the ant traps used to be. Lucy only gets the run of the kitchen when someone is at home, and wow it didn't take her long to sniff out these traps when we weren't looking.
Ever smell one? They use peanut butter flavoring as bait. I didn't know this. Nor did I know at the time how much Lucy loves peanut butter.
The freaking out quickly began.