⚡ September 18, 2017
One Bite at a Time 🐔
We live in a two-story wooden house, and we do not have an ant problem. In fact, I enjoy seeing the occasional ant stroll across one of my reasonably well-maintained surfaces. I watch the little creature disappear from sight and I turn my attention to bigger things. Most things are bigger, actually, than an ant.
Since I rarely carry any food to the second floor, I never see any ants up there. Well-maintained house spiders patrol the corners and the annoying stink bug will squeeze in from the outside and dive-bomb itself to oblivion, but mostly we are insect-free. Until one day when I was poking around in a little-used part of my worktable where last winter I’d stashed a couple of Smith Brothers Wild Cherry cough drops, each wrapped in its paper twist. Quite a lot of ants were having a nice time taking their little sweet bits back to whereever it is they live here in my two-story house. Even if you’re not a deep thinker, it does make you wonder.
Where do they go? How many of them are there? How do they know there’s something tasty in the vast space that is my house? I assume they send out scouts, lone wanderers looking for food, risking life and limb looking, looking for food. 🐔