Oh When the Ants Come Marching In….

Posted by Rebecca

Camponotus consobrinus.  The Sugar Ant.

It’s ant season here at the park.  And they are an extremely determined species.  In fact, almost admirable.  They would be completely admirable if they didn’t keep on trying to move in with me.

Last summer was my first experience with the little pests.  I probably spent nearly half my waking hours killing them and throwing out boxes of invaded cereal.  They even invaded my liquor cabinet at one point, which was promptly relocated to my fridge.

But this year I am wiser and craftier.  My pantry consists of jars, cans and ziplock bags.  And if I can’t seal it, it’s shoved in the fridge (I could use a bigger fridge).  And so I have won the pantry war.  It is mine, and they leave it alone.

However, they are scoping out the rest of my trailer waiting for me to make a mistake.  To drop some crumbs, spill a sweet drink, leave out my toothpaste.  They are ready and waiting.  No matter how meticulous I keep my floors and kitchen (which are pretty meticulous if I do say so myself).

And I have found that not only are these sugar ants interested in sweets, they are also interested in sour, salty, mushy, wet, dry, scented, unscented, edible, inedible, did I miss anything?  I’d like to think it’s my dazzling personality that keeps them coming back, but I have a feeling they just really like trailers.

And so the war wages on.  But the good news is, my heart no longer races when I see a trail of them.  I don’t panic or cry anymore.  It’s more of a challenge, really.  More of a funny story to share with friends:

“Yeah, it was on my nachos that I just pulled out of the microwave.  Apparently they are radiation proof like cockroaches.  But cleaner.”

“So I come home and there’s a trail of them wandering around my laundry.  My clean laundry.”

“When I took the cake out of the oven, I found that if you balance the cooling rack on a water-filled cookie sheet the ants can smell it, but can’t reach it.  Not so for the dog.”

“And so I look down and there’s a dead ant stuck to my cleavage.  At least he died happy.”

Rebecca Knabe

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Somehow I ended up in a single-wide trailer, in Reno, Nevada. And somehow I love it. Here is where I tell my story about my trailer, and my passion for small space living, photography, travelling, and running.

2 thoughts on “Oh When the Ants Come Marching In….

  1. Last week I bought four ant traps and put them all around my back porch which is black this summer. It’s normally grey concrete, but since it is covered w/ little black ants it now looks black. The dog promptly chewed up and ate all four traps w/ the deadly bait in them (oops I forgot to tell my son not to let the dog out). Well that was one sleepless night wondering if the dog would die in his sleep or I would wake up to a house covered in regurgitation…. but nope none of it seems to faze him at all! So the dog and the ants both go marching on!

    • Ha! Yes, it is a fine balance between killing the ants and not killing the dog! Glad to hear he made it.
      Cassi has on several occasions eaten her weight in chocolate and has lived to tell about it. I think that maybe dogs also have 9 lives. : )

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