Wednesday, February 25, 2009


When we moved in, our landlord discretely handed us a canister of ant poison, and then rushed away. That should have been our first clue. The second clue would have been the winged ants crawling out of who-knows-where and rubbing their hideous bodies all over my nice bath towels.

Needless to say, we have ants. I don't think they are in my apartment. I think WE are in their colony (actually I think it is a turf war between the wasps and the ants. I don't think it's much of a contest though, since wasps don't seem very bright...But that's just my opinion.).
We were watching TV the other day, and I started pulling out the many bobbie pins in my hair and plopping them on the floor. Jeremy, the romantic, thought I was trying to hold his hand (He kept grabbing for my hand every time I put a hair pin on the floor.). When he finally realized I wasn't being snuggly, and looked at what I was doing, he noticed that the carpet was moving.

"What the...HEY!"


So I ran, screaming, to the cupboard, grabbed the bug spray, ran back into the living room, jumped over the couch and started spraying anything that was moving (I finally stopped spraying Jeremy after he screamed, "MY EYES!").

I couldn't figure out where they were coming from! The vent was clear (I had thoroughly soaked it a few days before) and they weren't coming in through the door or the baseboards. Jeremy moved the couch, and there they were...

At the OTHER vent.

They had a little barbecue set up, and a pool complete with slide. You had your mommy ants, and your daddy ants (playing catch with the little boy ants) and the teenage girl ants were suntanning on tiny beach chairs, while the teenage boy ants were playing chicken in the pool.


"HA! I felt the force...did you?"

As I went to put the poison away, Jeremy said, a little sadly,

"...They are just trying to live...It was as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced..."
Of course, in my mind, I am thinking of those giant nasty red ants in Africa that eat everything in their way.

"It's only a matter of time before they would have carried off Joshua to their nest, Jeremy," I said, shuddering."...they are just biding their time."(By the way, when I was looking up ant pictures for this blog, it made me want to throw up...that's why I didn't post any real ones...)


Katscratchme said...

We have winged ants that come out of the window casement in our TV room... usually about twice a year. It's disgusting.. the other gross thing is that they come out, wander around for a while and surreptitiously die. So then, I have to clean up all the little carcasses. Gross.

Trillium said...

Fun :(

shydandelion said...

I just vacuumed up their little dead bodies today. blech...

amy loo said...

I hate ants! We get them too. I have no idea where they come from! I still don't know what kills them. I just vacuum them up alive and hope they die from asphyxiation.

Rebecca said...

ants... nice... :) we get the giant version of ants - potato bugs.

OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!! They are nasty and they look like tiny aliens. My children capture them and feed them to the chickens.

I have also discovered blue belly lizards in the bathroom and lime green tree frogs in the dining room. And of course, the field mice that sneak in and die a few days later because they ate the rat poison... ;)

shydandelion said...


DebbieLou said...

We were convinced California was one big ant hill, with tunnels running between the walls and electrical outlets of every building. Although we do get ants in our house from time to time here, they don't worry me as much as they used to. (They are usually little sugar ants.) It's the fire ants that worry me, and they are everywhere outside! You have to be careful, because some of the smaller/newer nests are harder to find until it's too late. Luckly we haven't had any try to move into our house yet.

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