If you’re going to have ants, you should at least have a picnic to go with them…right? Uh huh, well not in my case. Oh, no, I’ve got ants…in my house…in winter!
My best friend these days is Google. As in, “Hey, Google, where do ants come from in winter and how do I get rid of them, fast?”
“No problem,” said Google, ” just get some ant traps and scatter them around where kids and pets can’t get at them and everything should be hunky-dory (or, ‘hunky-dorky’ as Peter says).”
“Yes, but where do these ants COME from?,” I ask Google.
“Well, Silly Girl, they come in from the outside to keep warm. They live in your walls and have babies and then they party all over your house. Woo hoo!!!”
“Wonderful,” I say. . . sigh. . .
So, off Peter goes to Home Depot (for the 27th time this month) and returns with a case (yes, a whole damn case) of ant traps. Then, bearing in mind that these little traps contain poisoned peanut butter (Cookie’s favourite treat), I set about booby-trapping the house.Okay, so maybe the ants are not all over my house, but they are creepin’ and crawlin’ on the floor in the front and back entrances and in the kitchen. They aren’t those tiny ants that get into food (thank goodness), they are those big black ugly creatures that you see crawling around your patio (which is where they should be).
You’re probably wondering what happened next, right? Well, for five days, we didn’t see even one more ant! And, then, they returned, a few here and a few there. Now, 10 days later, I’m still find thing odd ant, but they seem sort of slow and sick…and some of them are just D.E.A.D! I do feel bad about murdering these poor helpless, homeless, hungry little creatures, but definitely not bad enough to cohabitate with them!
And, now, I’d like to share with you my latest song…the lyrics just popped into my head… 🙂
Ants in my pants,
Ants in my pants,
I’ve got to a dance
‘Cause there’s ants in my pants!
Dance, girl, dance,
In your fancy pants,
Dance for your life,
You’ve got ants in your pants!
And so goes the ongoing saga of turning our new-to-us 1972 house into a home. There is so much more to tell you, so do come back. Later this week I will tell you the story of our two-hour book shelf project that took us five days.
For crying out loud, why does everything have to be so darn complicated! LOL!