Let me introduce you to the guys that seem to be carrying the house we live in on their shoulders. This is the small Carpenter ant, formerly known as Camponotus nearcticus or “Campo” for short. I am assuming that most of the ants that are entering our kitchen are worker ants although I must admit I haven’t had a chance to get a magnifying glass and flip them over to check. I also must admit I don’t know what I would be searching for. I do know that male ants and queen ants do all of the reproducing. The male ants die shortly after getting to know the queen ant. And the queen ants have little wings that they break off after mating. Now I’m sure there is some type of moral in there somewhere, but I will leave it for now.
So anyway, while I have been trying to write on a very uncooperative computer, I have also been murdering ants in the kitchen:
I can bring home the bacon,and fry it up in a pan, and murder all those ants with my other hand. Cuz I’m a W-O-M-A-N. (Although my writing doesn’t quite bring home the bacon–it only brings in a cocktail weiner.)
So we clean up the ants, spray them with peppermint spray (so they smell fresh) and then my husband puts duct tape over the little holes in the tile. He assures me he will buy calk one day and use that. Of course the duct tape is silver and does go quite nicely with my Christmas decorations.
I must admit though, that I’m afraid to kill too many of these ants because I really do think they are keeping the house together somehow. If we disturb them too much they might pack up and leave us and then the house could just break in half and that could be a problem.