The ant is knowing and wise,
but he doesn't know enough to take a vacation.
|ants disappearing by the dozens into a hole in the floor - the hole is sealed now...thanks Mark!|
Since our return to our home in Davao,
the ants have been relentless.
First they attacked the kitchen;
their appetites for our unopened, unguarded
penne noodles and corn flakes was totally understandable.
I mean, it's a free lunch, guys!
But when I secured all the food carefully away in plastic bins,
the ants persisted, starting in on even more delicious entres,
like our paper napkins,
our rolling pin (maybe there were some vestiges of bread dough on it?)
and our ziploc bags.
Those bags are precious.
And those crazy ants ate holes in the bottoms of them,
so that when I popped them open to fill with leftovers,
the food fell out the other side.
Then the ants started eating Michael.
Or maybe more accurately, they infested his bed (again),
biting him in the middle of the night.
The whale is endangered,
while the ant continues to do just fine.
|ants gulping down Terro...the most effective ant poison we've found|
We did many a battle, with chemicals
and perfume (they hate it!) and rubbing alcohol on the walls,
while sealing more holes
and using elaborate ant traps to keep food out of their reach.
|this ant trap is keeping bread dough off limits...|
So now, though we see an occasional scout,
life is fairly bug-free.