When I was in college, my apartment was invaded by ants. There were lines of them upwards of three inches thick trailing along the wall near the ceiling. My roommate and I totally freaked out, grabbed our only can of bug spray and sprayed the hell out of those little suckers. The outcome was what appeared to be the worst ant genocide in the history of Humboldt County.
Upon following the trail of dead ants back to its place of origin, we discovered they were living inside our new plant, Ophelia (yes we named our plant), which was sitting on top of the refrigerator. Assuming we had killed them all, we took the plant out onto the balcony and watered it. At this point a fountain of ants, including the queen, spilled out onto the concrete. It was like watching a mad-scientist version of the Bellagio Fountains in Las Vegas, with ants instead of water and my screams instead of musical accompaniment. I grabbed the bug spray and sprayed the plant and its ant spillage until the can was completely empty.
That was the end of our ant problems (I feel terribly guilty about the carnage to this day). Strangely enough, Ophelia seemed to flourish after that.
Not long ago I learned from my bug man, Bob the Bug Blaster, that it’s better to spray ant invaders with Windex, rather than bug spray. It’s less toxic to humans and, as an added bonus, it leaves your surfaces shiny and clean.
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shebshi // July 15, 2009 at 6:02 am |
Bob the Bug Blaster, awesome!!!
But how did you not get run out of town by the hippies for killing all those innocent ants?
Howard // July 15, 2009 at 8:49 am |
Windex also leaves your dead ants shiny and clean.
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