The Queen Ant

Jenna came into my room this morning to tell me there was a little black dot in her bed. I asked her what it was, and she said it might be an ant. So I told her to get a tissue and get it. As far as I know at that point she did. When I got up I checked the tissue in her bathroom trash it was flat and empty. So of course I asked her if she got it. She said she did, and "it was a queen ant!" I told her there was nothing there, so if she didn't squish it then it was crawling around somewhere. That might seem dramatic, but if I know something is crawling around it's hard for me to let it go and move on. I'd be paranoid about where it ended up. Now, the pest control was here yesterday, sprayed the entire perimeter of the house and the inside. I was ready to call them and get them back out here if there was a problem. After some prodding and back and forth, she finally says, "Oh mom, I'm just being silly. There was no ant." Jenna knows exactly how to get a reaction out of me. Thinking about it now, I wonder if she was using that to get me out of bed quicker and part of her wanting attention. She's been "silly" a lot lately.  :)  This girl is too much.