We have ants. Big ants. They used to be small and cute. Over the past week they’ve grown into the winged variety that rival our cats in size.
We all coexisted for a while. They finally pissed me off. They were hogging the couch, insistent on watching reruns of Sex and the City and they drank all of my Dr. Pepper. I decided to kill them as I would with any other house guest who has worn out their welcome.
After reading up on how to rid yourself of those of the Hymenoptera order, I decided on treating our guests to a boric acid cocktail. I sent Sue to the pharmacy yesterday to pick up a bottle of boric acid. Killing something with acid is something I’ve always kept high on my perpetual to-do list.
I came home from work, compounded my own queen killing concoction and fed them all. Last night there were many. This morning there were few. Tonight there should be none. If it doesn’t work, I’m trying napalm.
