ANTS GO MARCHING!

Pleeeze excuse the photographs… It is next to impossible for an amateur like me to get
good images of largely white paper!  So there is ghosting of shadow.  Oh well!

We have an ant invasion of EPIC proportions.
Because of it’s shocking size and the continuing battle we are having
(it is still raging),
it deserved four pages in my journal, which goes on and on
as they march across several pages.

.

SO…


In past, they have done a little bit of investigating, and we have a pretty clean studio, and other than coffee food doesn’t enter the treatment rooms often.
In past, they have come in, starting their walkabout, and we gave them an offering up in the reception room of brown sugar water and they followed it and stayed there until they had their fill and found other pastures.

NOT THIS YEAR.

This year they started their walkabout and we did what we’ve done in the past and they decided to go rogue and not work with us and they went (and continue to keep) going everywhere we don’t want them.  Thankfully they haven’t found the kitchen, because come on, only someone who is OCD can keep a studio kitchen clean enough that absolutely not one bit of food can be found!  They didn’t find anything of interest but keep looking.

CRAP!

We really don’t like to kill but we finally took to wiping them out as we cleaned up their ant-trails, and they didn’t care.  What is wrong with this picture?  They finally found a spoon that Mitchell stirred his tea (which he sips with brown sugar in it) and omigoddess did they go to town.  And then there were gazillions on the tea cart.

WE ARE STILL BATTLING.

We continue to do an offering and while they like it they still keep marching.

All I can say, is thankfully they are not cockroaches,
as ants are cleaner than some of the filthier infestations that are possible.

     

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About D. Katie Powell

hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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