Tvini Doolittle
So a while back, I threw away a lollipop stick in the bathroom trash. (You have five year olds, you have sweet sticky things everywhere. Often including the five year old.) It attracted ants. I scrubbed the bathroom and lay out some borax, so they moved into the computer room, where a couple of stray honey-o’s had been left on the floor. So I cleaned the computer room and they marched into the kitchen, where they found the brown sugar, peanut butter, you name it. So I cleaned the kitchen and set out traps, and after many days, they were gone.
Four days ago was the last confirmed ant sighting.
So today I do the dishes, which have piled up to a disgraceful degree now that I don’t have to worry about the ants anymore. I clean the counter, and move some of the little boxes of stuff at the rear of the counter aside, and what do I find?
Mouse droppings. AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!
What. The. Hell! Did the ants subcontract out? Did they hire someone who could chew through boxes for them? And why is it still here? We have cats! Did we train them too well not to go on the counter, or are they just lazy and fat? Scratch that, they’re just lazy and fat. Perhaps if the mouse saunters between their paws and does a little dance, they’ll take care of it, but otherwise, I think we’re on our own.
So we’ll put out a Hav-A-Hart trap and set it free in the woods a ways from our house. Then perhaps the animals will pool their resources and hire a rat. Followed, I predict, by a mongoose and possibly a bear.
Grrrrrr.
ETA: I was just doing a puzzle on the living room floor with my daughter. An ant crawled across it. Great.