It could be the heat, I’m not entirely sure, but I went a little insane this afternoon.
Sitting at the computer, trying to update our woefully out-of-date finances, I suddenly lost it. Ran and grabbed the vacuum. Starting vacuuming up the ants that began invading the house this morning. Didn’t work. Ran to the foyer. Grabbed a pair of shoes. Stomped around the house yelling, “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” Along with some other words, not polite ones.*
There are a lot of dead ants in our house now. But even more live ones, having a little party in our basement. I’m off to my boiling hot car to drive to the hardware store to buy ant traps – a lot of them.
I hate summer. Blech.
* it should be noted that I’m usually quite peace-loving when it comes to insects; the only ones I kill without hesitation are mosquitoes. Otherwise I usually choose one of two options: walk around and ignore said insect, or gently scoop it up on a piece of paper and take it outside.
May I recommend a little cinnamon by the doors? Ants don’t like cinnamon and if you can get an unbroken line (kind of impossible) they won’t cross it. I went through a lot of cinnamon last summer when I discovered my entire bedroom randomly filled with ants. It seemed to help (as did vacuuming every 2 days)
Now I know what goes on while I’m out of the house.
I hope the neighbors don’t jump to any conclusions re. – “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you”. It may be difficult to show my face in public.
Get an anteater. Big furry one.
Abigail: Cool idea! I like the idea of a non-pesticide approach. But how to do this with two cats in the house? 🙂
Rudy: I hadn’t thought of that…ooops…sorry for perhaps creating a negative, wife-beating image of you for our new neighbors…
Jean: Thing is, our furry bug-eating critters prefer spiders and moths. The ants must be bitter or too crunchy or something.