I know I’m always preaching going green and using earth-friendly methods. However, I do believe that there is a time and place for conventional ways. For example, last spring I battled a small army of black ants that were trying to invade my home. In addition to the usual storing and covering of food, I drew chalk lines, dusted my window sills with pepper, and sprayed my counters with vinegar. We still had a few ants, but I managed to keep them at bay. This spring, when the ants returned, I tried the same methods, but they didn’t have the same results. I even tried tracking them to their nest in order to pour boiling water on it, but it didn’t work. Ants seemed to be sneaking their way into every room of the house. When I found ants crawling across Cecilia’s changing table several days in a row, I knew it was time to take action. You can mess with my raisins, but you better not mess with my baby.
I invested in several anti-ant remedies - stakes, sprays, traps. I even mixed borax with pancake syrup. The repellents worked, but they seemed to pick up and move somewhere else nearby. Frustrated, I started to track their path again when I noticed that they were flocking towards the grill cover yesterday. I thought they had found a source of food, and I thought that would be a good place to spray. Little did I know that grill cover had become their new home.
Despite suffering from a miserable case of hay fever, fiery hatred for the ants started to bubble inside of me as I grabbed a bottle of bug killer. I sprayed and sprayed, but every time I unfolded more of the cover, I found more ants. When the first bottle ran out, I grabbed a second bottle. When that was empty, I grabbed a can of Raid for hornets that was originally purchased to kill a nest of carpenter bees in our carport. (They’re still there, but I weighed the risk. Outdoor bees with no stingers vs. ants that bite and enter my house.) After all was said and done, my arm was sore from holding down the triggers on the bottles, and there was carnage all around. It was like a Arthropod Hiroshima.
I won’t lie; it felt good. I won the battle. Though there were a few survivors, I killed thousands upon thousands of them. I made no exceptions. All ants were fair game. All that the remaining ants could do was run away. That is until I pulled out an old bottle of Windex with ammonia.
Warning - These pictures give me the heebee-geebees, and I was there.
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