Big, Black Ants
I haven’t had ants in my house for a couple of years. But apparently, all the recent rains sent our neighborhood ants looking for a dry, warm place to be. And they have decided my kitchen is a lovely place to hang out. I, however, disagree.
They first appeared last Friday evening. We squished them. And we realized that our plan to deep-clean the kitchen on Saturday couldn’t have come at a better time. So we cleaned. And killed a few ants in the process. And cleaned some more. By Saturday evening, all was quiet. They were biding their time.
The first two reappeared yesterday afternoon. This morning, between 6:55 and 7:00 a.m., I had killed seven more. I guess I will have to go on the offensive, now.
So, I’ve already cleaned up the kitchen and swept the floor in there. And as I despise sharing my kitchen with tiny black creatures, I may need to make a trip somewhere to find some ant traps or bait. But for now, I will simply content myself with stomping on them every chance I get.
Happy Wednesday!