ants

Yesterday, a nardi demonstration by my landfather showing that even after two years, he can kick my nardi butt. And this morning, I battled the army of ants living in my door. Ok, fine, my landmom battled them. But she used MY bottle of khandzori katsakh (apple vinegar), and that counts for something, right? She laughed at how I freaked out at their swarming from the door frame, how my feet were dancing all over them, trying to stop their advance into my living room. “It’s the weather, Brent,” she says. “Give me your broom. We’ll sweep them out.” “I…