Not Sure What's Scarier, The Creepy Crawlies or My O.C.D

I've got a creepy story for you that's better than any Jason or Freddy freak out.

Not really.  But there is a certain gross out factor in what I'm about to tell you:

We have an ant problem.  Yesterday morning I went to pour a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, only to discover that a swarm of ants had invaded the box.

 I know.  Ew.

Even worse than that was the night before when I pulled out a Caramel Apple pie to serve to company, opened the box, and became aware of a tickling sensation slowly crawling up my hand.  When I looked down, I had no less than 20 ants on my fingers, hands, and arm.  Are you squealing and covering your mouth in horror?
Good.
Then you'll know exactly how I looked.  Except for the covering my mouth in horror bit.  If I could've taken my arm off and throw it into the sink, I would've.  Instead I just ran like a sissy girl to the faucet and thrust my entire arm under the water, all the way up to my shoulder.

Then I served my guests some old ice cream that we had in the freezer and said a prayer of gratitude that my guests were family and would have to at some point, come back to our home.

Anyway.  After throwing away an entire barely-used box of Honey Nut Cheerios, it was clear that I needed to clean out my pantry and spray the little suckers with some poison.  This was a project that I foolishly thought would take me about an hour at the most to do.

An hour later this is what my island looked like:

This is what my counter tops looked like:

This is what my dining table looked like:

This is what my Roo looked like, after getting into her sister's Cupcake Maker and spilling sprinkles all over the floor. 

Dang.  She's cute even when she's causing trouble. 

In the end, this is what my entire kitchen looked like:

But 4 hours later (we took a break and went to a birthday party, and I'm only telling you this because I don't want you to think that I'm the kind of person who'll spend 4 hours organizing a pantry.  2 hours yes, 4 hours no)... anyway, THIS is what my pantry looked like:

Ahhhhhhhhhh. 

Can I tell you a secret?  I really think I wrote this whole post just so I could show you a picture of my organized pantry.  

That's it.  I have no moral, no point, no punchline.  

Just a clean pantry. 

I keep going back and marveling at the neatness of it all.  It's a sickness.  

A sickness that I don't really want to be rid off.  Cuz if there's something wrong with loving my nice, clean, organized pantry.... 

then I don't want to be right.  

You all have a good night.  

P.S- I can't believe I just wrote a whole post about cleaning a pantry.  What's happening to me?