So, Katie and I are about twenty minutes into Team American: World Police when I felt a small tickle on my foot. I looked down, and Katie switched on the light.

The carpet was moving. Dynamic.

Ants.

Disgusting.

Okay, so that might be a small exaggeration. And, I really mean a large exaggeration.

We've decided to hire a cleaning lady. Or cleaning person. Whatever. It's clearly the right decision.