Fact: Saying nah-nah-nah-boo-boo to ants does not impress them.
Fact: I am bigger than they are. Fact: There are more of them. Fact: They give me the heebie jeebies when they are in my kitchen. Fact: I have given them ant traps.
You needn’t tell Dad I set out ant traps. He’s convinced ant traps don’t work on picnic ants. But I’m convinced I don’t want ants in the kitchen so ant traps it is.
I even watched for a while after I set them out. Several of the ants took one sniff of the plastic and made a detour. But at least one ant went in, grabbed some delicious poison, and came out so I’m hopeful this will work. If it doesn’t, I may have to resort to Drastic Measures.
May 24, 1830, Mary Hale wrote “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” Getting lambs out of the kitchen is probably easier than getting ants out of the kitchen. Certainly getting Mary Had a Little Lamb out of your head is easier than getting The Ants Go Marching One by One out of your head.
Booker and I are still discussing plans for the day. He suggested cat chasing and napping. I have vetoed the cat chasing part but am still considering napping.
Hope the trip is going well.