Despite the machinations of Disney/Pixar/Dreamworks to make ants cute and cuddly (see: Bambification), the G. household is currently waging chemical warfare against the rampaging Insecta Hymenoptera hordes.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of ants, I will fear no infestation: For thou art with me; Thy pyrrethroid pesticides, they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the absense of six-legged beasties; Thou cleareth my table of sugar; My cup runneth over.
That is all.
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Boric Acid and powdered sugar. Slow, but it gets the colony, not just the ones that are intruding today.
I buy those cute little ant condos and put them around.
They must really like hanging out in them because I don't see much of the ants after that.
We get 'em after a lot of rain. Damn little monsters crawling all over the sink- maybe they're broaching the moat via the dishwasher ?
We put those hexagonal food pads that they carry back home and we don't see them till next year.
ants.
we don't have those. we have chipmunks and mice. lots of them. drives me nuckin futs.
come over here with a small gun. a very small gun. and give a sista a hand.
You mean something like this?
(Note: Pic is larger than actual size...)
:)
Actually, I did get the boy an air rifle. I'll have him report for varmint duty after school...
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