It started a few days ago, several ants here and there that were easily squished and swiped away. Yesterday morning Ted calmly woke me up at 5 a.m. and asked if I planned to go by Walmart on my run. "Why, do I need to?" I asked.
"Well, ants are swarming the honey jar."
He wasn't kidding. I have never seen so many ants on one small counter in my life. I quickly ran 2 miles and grabbed some ant traps from the neighborhood Walmart on my way home. I guess I should have grabbed some spray, too, but I really hesitate to spray on our kitchen surfaces.
We set out the 4 ant traps and Ted headed to work. Later, the kids and Ted's mom found where the ants were entering the house, so we moved three of the traps outside. By this point the counters were clear of stuff, so the ants had nothing to swarm onto. Activity was dying down, and we were hopeful that the traps would do their job. The honey jar went through a complete cycle in the dishwasher, and we decided not to refill it until we were sure of the ants' demise.
Ants are not stupid. This morning at 5:15 a.m. they had already determinedly made their way back to that honey jar. There was a moving trail between the phone outlet and the honey jar on the counter on the other side of the sink. Would you believe the empty honey jar was full of ants!
Tobin has been a great Ant Warrior. This whole adventure has fascinated him. He has delighted in killing many of the little pests. In fact, he even (unbeknownst to me) turned on one of the gas burners to incinerate some of the more ambitious insects who were venturing beyond the honey jar. (Don't worry--I have admonished him that he is NEVER to turn the stove on again unless we are with him!)
I'm just thankful we have an ant problem and not a cockroach problem! At least ants aren't germy. And they seem fairly harmless, but I will be very thankful when I enter the kitchen early in the morning and find that my counter is not moving.