Saturday, April 11, 2015
The Bargain Club sign
Ellie isn’t sure when they started coming, if it was before Ryan started to leave bananas on the counter to ripen, or after the cherry blossoms bloomed. The ant infestation has gotten out of hand. She takes her frustration out on the carrots she chops for Gerrard, the sixteen year old rabbit that once belonged to her older sister. Ryan is at work when she decides that something must be done. “I’ve tried everything,” she’d said earlier, brushing her teeth. “What have you tried?” Ryan asked. “I sprinkled cayenne everywhere, and I made a honey trap!” She washed her face and Ryan left the bathroom, pulling on one grey sock, and then the other, as he walked down the hall. Ellie goes to the Home Hardware a few blocks away and asks the teenager with bad acne and nice teeth where she might find the pest control isle. He leads her there, sneaking a peek at his cellphone on the way. “What’s your vermin?” He asks, like it doesn’t matter, like he gets this question a lot. Ellie wonders why employees aren’t trained on sensitivity. “Lower your voice,” she growls. “Sorry,” he whispers, smiling, revealing teeth like Chicklets, all perfectly lined up. “Ants,” she replies. He crouches down and she crouches too, you’re in this with me now, she thinks. He hands her something called Raid, something nozzled and metallic. “This’ll get them good.” He leads Ellie to the cash, like she’s his puppy from the pound.