chair and crawl up it. Several times a day and night. Within minutes
of each other.
I have ant baits out. They haven't worked this year. They barely
worked last year. Still, each year I have them to some degree and
each year they like to crawl up my leg.
What is it about ants that they like me? (Or, what is it about me
that they like? the sweetness of sweat? The sugars in sweat?)
I capture them and release them outside. I've asked an ant expert,
are these the same ants coming back after I put them out? He didn't
think so. He also thought that they wouldn't survive away from their
colony. I don't feel too bad about that but I am somewhat of a Jain
about this*. I don't want to kill them but it seems that moving them
outside amounts to a death sentence. I don't want to just squish
them. I do wash them down the drain, which if you are an ant, must be
a hellish experience. Think about it. One second you are walking
along. The next, you are swept up in a torrent of water and you go
down a black hole. There is no escape.
I try not to think about it.
*The more I read about them, the more I like...
