Don't get me wrong, it's not that I hate ants. I think they are amazing creatures and just love Dad's creativity. But I really don't want them in my house. The feeling is mutual as I am sure they wouldn't want me in their house. Problem comes when we seem to be sharing a house...
I'll set the scene for you. We have a mud house, which means lots of cracks and holes are available to these devious little creatures, who likely live in our outside walls. We also have a toddler who drops crumbs and spills juice like he is calling the ants to him. They seem to know I don't like them, as I always warn them before I kill them, "You come in my house, you die. Go tell your friends," because they only seem to come out at night when the lights are off. We come into the kitchen in the morning and voila, ants have taken over. The lights come on. Ants scatter in panic. Some hide, but they can't hide for long. The smart ones take to the floor where they can blend in with the crumbs. After several days of feeling like I can't beat these things I am putting my foot down. This is my space. I will not tolerate them in my kitchen!
So I have developed a plan. It is fourfold:
- Confine Benjamin to his booster chair at all times when he is eating
- Douse my kitchen in bleach and clean up Benjamin's (OK all of our) messes as they happen (this one will take skill, as Benjamin is good at making messes without me knowing about them)
- Buy ant killer
- Put all food away and clean all dishes before going to bed. NO EXCEPTIONS!
Source: Dylan O'donnell (https://academics.skidmore.edu/wikis/NorthWoods/index.php?title=Ants&printable=yes)