Monday, December 17, 2018

the dance was...

... somewhat premature, when I was hopping around the kitchen, doing the hand-jive, celebrating the end of the ant invasion. They are still in residence. My anticipation that the squatters residing in the brickwork/walls of our residence were being evicted was sadly misplaced. They are still doing what ants industriously do. Arrrrgggghhhhh...

My new BFF, Larry the Bug guy planned to return on Friday afternoon to walk around the exterior of the house with his industrial strength chemicals and spray along the foundation, and yard near the house. He called to report that it would be best to wait and do the work on a different day after it started raining. Somewhat likely he was not remotely interested in working on Friday afternoon, and the change in weather was a fortuitous excuse. I hope he will drop by for a visit with his toxic sprayer today.

The weekend visitors had suggestions: get bait from the hardware store, strategically place in along the paths the insects were traveling like the Hebrews in the desert, going along a circular route. We  made a run to Wallyworld and got a little bottle of liquid. Actually read the directions, put out on small squares as the packaging instructed, and put dozens of small baited bits of paper along the upper edge of the wall. It was a big hit: the ants swarmed as if it were July and they were offered ice cream. We have periodically replaced the wee drops of clear sticky stuff, offering more treats as the insects have surrounded and consumed, with the hope/plan/promise they return home in droves and it is going back into the nest to be shared with extended family.

I've swept the floor in the kitchen a couple of times in recent days, and amazed at the numbers of tiny dots that go into the dust pan. Looking like someone spilled a can of  ground black pepper that needed cleaning up. There is evidence of more corpses on the tile floor, so it is time to sweep again. And still they come...

They apparently are getting addicted to the clear sticky substance we have been putting on little squares of a file card and sticking up near the molding: now they will probably be here for-ever as I am the supplier! I hope they won't expect me to foot the bill when they want to get into rehab?

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