Monday, October 08, 2007
The Ant Exorcism
If you are an avid reader of this Blog (and let's be honest, why wouldn't you be?) you would notice that back in January I made this post about ants invading my apartment. http://torchness2.blogspot.com/2007/...ller-ants.html
I've had a few issues with ants since then, but nothing quite so bad as what happened to me this weekend.
You see, while I was spending the past week caring for my little brother, I was not at home. Apparently my 5'6'' frame galumphing around my apartment is enough to scare a few batches of ants, but while I'm away they seemingly ran rampant. I came back on Saturday to find that they bore a hole in the paneling by my bathroom floor, and suddenly there was a veritable nest of ants.
I should have taken a picture of it, but alas my new camera was broken (super, thanks Nikon, you suck). Imagine this: you come home, sit on the toilet to do your business, and see on the wall opposite from you, a fistful of ants. Swarming all over your wall, like they do around a fallen chip or cookie.
As I had not decided to continue picnics in the bathroom, I was curious as to why the ants picked that particular area to invade. I sprinkled borax powder on the floor and laid ant traps near the opening. To no avail. The little bastards went around the borax and started tromping their way on the carpet outside of my bathroom, and into my closet, and around my bedroom door, presumably on the way to the kitchen to get what will always be the inappropriate midnight sandwich snack.
I finally decided: it was time to close the gaps. I borrowed a tube of caulk from my dad, and spent part of last night plugging up any hole I saw an ant sneak out of. Oh, and you know what I did to the swarm of ants? Yep, I vacuumed them up. Every 15 minutes I would go back into the bathroom and suck up about 10 more ants. Die, suckers!
24 hours later, there are only 1 or 2 stray ants trying to poke their way back into the nest. And they can't. It gives me a maniacal glee to watch them try to get under the floorboards and fail. Ants 0, Torchness 2. Yahtzee.
*Note: I wanted to make a dirty joke using the word "Caulk," but I figured that since I know at least a few adults who read my blog (I know technically I am an adult, but I still refuse to think of myself in that manner privately, even when I am wearing a suit), I should refrain. Please silently applaud my self control. Thanks.
Posted by Torchness at 10:12 PM