We periodically get ants on our bed, largely due to which wall it happens to be against. It makes napping basically impossible, which is super frustrating on those rare occasions when I might actually be able to nap
'War Stories'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yesterday was quite warm for Minnesota so I took the dogs on a walk to the local lake. [link]
Seattle's basically one big anthill.
Yesterday was quite warm for Minnesota so I took the dogs on a walk to the local lake. [link]
Lovely!
Though they came at me with talk of atropa-fonts, the real reason I pay for exterminator services is the ants. So teeny! So numerous!
That’s lovely, Gud!
Ants come in at the kitchen window at my place. But if I get out early each spring and spray around the window with wasp spray they don’t. I just have to time it right.
Timelies all!
We occasionally get ants, usually due to doors not being closed well.(frequently Mr. S holds the door open while standing on the front step)
Yesterday was quite warm for Minnesota so I took the dogs on a walk to the local lake. [link]
So pretty!
Beautiful, Gud.
Susan, do you still live in the Greenwood/Phinney Ridge area? We learned that there's a HUGE ant colony that spans those two entire neighborhoods.
No, we're toward the Northgate end of Maple Leaf now, but from what our neighbors have said we're definitely not alone in our ant problems.
We used to get ants every spring. Terro ant bait was a quick and adequate solution.
One spring my cat alerted me to the presence of ants. She came and bit me on the foot--her tack for getting me to follow her--and ran to the bathroom, looking back to make sure I was following. There, she looked at the trail of ants climbing up the wall into the sink, and pawed gingerly at the line of ants and looked up at me. "Look lady, I take care of the rare wee mice, and the big beetles and the cave crickets and the flying beasties. I figure it's work for pay, right? But these (another touch of a paw) these are too little--and too many. I can't do it, man, they just run away and there's more of them, and they *bite*. I give up. Your turn."
I told her she was right, that she was a good hunter and we appreciated her service, but these were definitely too little and too many for her skills, and I'd take care of it. Ant Terro to the rescue.