Ants, how do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I loathe thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
Thy little nibbles between my toes.
Okay, I could go on, but even ants don’t deserve Liz B. B.
I genuinely love working for the company I’m at right now (stay with me - this is relevant). Instead of getting sent to sea for up to 300 days a year, I get to stay home. Basically all the time. Well, not during the work day, but you get the idea.
However, I did have to travel to wonderful and exotic Rochester, NY for essentially the entire month of July. For training. For this company I love so.
No biggie. I’m not completely dim, I understand I need to prepare my place to be empty while I’m gone. Also, having been married for eight years, I’ve been civilized to a decent degree. There’s not huge piles of laundry and waste all over. There’s art on the walls and matching plates in the cupboards. I’m a modified bachelor, at best!
So before I left, I cleaned the place up extra good. All perishables disposed of. All unnecessary electrical appliances secured, with the exception of leaving the A/C at a moderate level - yanno, to prevent growth of things in the immoderate Houston climate. Even asked the apartment management to poke their heads in, once in a while, to ensure lack of floods, fire, bear inhabitation, what have you. I tried! I HONESTLY TRIED!
But when I returned, the discovery was soon made, that it was all for naught. Ants on the kitchen counter. Ants in a little trail going around the plastic mat my computer chair sits on! OK, I could maybe understand that - I do have a tendency to eat here. But how fucking long can they live on an invisible supply of crumbs? And what were they eating in the kitchen, the paint off the Formica?!?
But the indignity doesn’t end there. Oooooh no. These sadistic little pismire bastards actually have the gall to climb up on me, while I’m sitting here trying to get a Dope fix (or what have you), and bite! While I’m sleeping, they BITE! Little fuckers! This is war!!
Battle ground BigGiantHeadQuarters is rendered sterile. No foodstuffs left anywhere. All corners vacuumed. Ant baits are placed in strategic locations. Immediate satisfaction is gained in the sight of the helpless bastards entering and exiting bait pods. That’s right … feeeeeed, you little shits. Take some home to Mama.
And soon, ants are no more. Not seen for several days. Operation Pismicide is declared a success.
Just a little too early.
They’re back, and stronger than ever. Apparently, they were just spending a few days getting used to having poison in their diet. So, we now live in an uneasy detente. I keep finding out new things about what they like and don’t:[ul][li]A couple of grains of rice pilaf, dropped during preparation: within 30 minutes, covered with an army of invaders. Within another 60, rice and all scouts are completely gone.[]My generic Target-brand (apropos, I think) glass & surface cleaner makes a highly effective ant “cleaner”[]They’ll ignore a loaf of bread or sleeve of crackers for a couple days… but once they find it, ya gotta say goodbye.[]A cutting board, bloody and fatty from chicken prep? Uninterested.[]But a strainer and pot used for making spaghetti, and rinsed before being left in the sink? Could hardly tell what color they were. Brown, apparently. And alive.[/ul]So that’s my story. Someday, they will be mine. Oh yes, they will be mine.[/li]Or alternately, I was planning on moving out in a month or so anyway. Let the next guy deal with it.
- Dave