We have arrived at ant season. Somehow, these very small ants find their way into interesting spots around the house. They arrive in battalions, sneaking through cracks and door jams and other unknown sources. Even if you are very clean, they still appear inside older homes.
I wonder how they decide to make their formations. Often they walk in line on the floor, playing follow the leader’s scent. Sometimes they choose to fan out a bit, in a corner. Occasionally they break from organized teams, trying to find something interesting to explore.
Regardless, they are an easy target. The mass murderer arrives – that would be me – fully armed with appropriate carcinogens from the supermarket. I have a lemon fresh variety this season, and generally spray into a location. Then I unceremoniously pick up the remains with some tissues and flush them away.
After a while, I forget these creatures ever graced the place – until fresh rains arrive and a new group decides to visit. History repeats itself every year.