I've got a definite gripe, some good news and a lot of gratitude going on today!

As I sat at Scott’s desk, shuffling through paperwork and trying to make heads or tails of it, I realized that it had been hours since my breakfast feast of last night’s Karl Strauss’s dinner leftovers – BBQ Chix Macaroni and Cheese (yum!) – and that if I didn’t eat soon, I would be facing an additional element to my already developing headache.  The thought of preparing anything would just have to wait until dinner, so I was trying to think of something small to tide me over.  Then I remembered what was in my fruit drawer in my frig…a peach, a pear and a plum, the remaining pieces from a fruit box gift from a kind friend.  Gathering them into my arm, I proceeded to the sink to gently wash the very ripe fruit, when much to my consternation I am confronted by small, steady stream of tiny black, quick-moving creatures that so easily seem to find the one random crumb or misdirected piece of candy long since forgotten by the giant creatures that they persecute – ants. And so I came to face to face with this small army of insects.  The trail stretched across my counter, over the stove top, across the other counter and up the wall to parts unknown.  Funny thing is that I could understand their invasion if I had left food out or someone had not wiped down the counters.  I am perplexed as to why they were all converging to one spot.  There