Thursday, December 12, 2013

THREE-ANT-DAY


Today is a three-ant day. 
When the lathe & plaster wall 
was torn out from behind
the leaking kitchen pipes,
A colony of ants poured out of the seams
to attack kitchen counters with vengeance.
So I wiped them up with bleach. Again. 
Yesterday was a nine-ant day. 
The day before, multitudes in my cup.
They surf the standing wave 
inside the cracked  blue sugar bowl—
even with a water moat, they find a way.
I am plagued with ants in my tea. 
Piquant. Peppery. They only surface 
after I add the milk. A dark punctuation
of ants surfing in my tea cup. Again.


12/12/2013


So far, the Argentine ants have not invaded the kitchen. They're outside circling the trash bins. They like meat, not sugar. Michael Ellis says Argentinian ants are part of a 560-mile long colony that stretches from San Diego to San Francisco. One colony! Yeow!

A poem on the Argentine ants:
A DEAD MOUSE REPOSES IN BEAUTY


FIRST DRAFT
Today is a three-ant day. When the lathe & plaster wall was torn out from behind the leaking kitchen pipes, the ants poured out to attack the kitchen counters with vengeance. So I wiped them up with bleach. Again. Yesterday was a nine-ant day. But they continue to surf the standing wave that is the sugar bowl—even with a water moat. I am plagued with ants in my tea. Piquant. Peppery. They only surface after I add the milk. Ants surfing in my tea cup. Again. 

Thanks to Piet Bess who said "It appears that your post was not written as a poem, Maureen, but that it could become one rather easily."
If only I had some boric acid. My grannie had that stuff—antiseptic for wounded pets. And wounded kids too. Potassium permanganate fascinated me with its delicious purple color. There's also arsenic chalk—or Chinese chalk, too. Just don't get a chalk fetish! Love them little diatoms.
Unfortunately defoggers are not the answer—I tend to try & die long after the house is deemed safe. Must be part flea/ant. One time I had to camp out in the yard for a month before the house detoxed enough for me to go inside. It was a very cold October-November, as I recall. I had to take a big breath and run into the house to eat, change. use the loo.

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