The ant problem in the apartment appears to have solved itself. I received much advice for dealing with the pests, advice for which I am grateful, but none of it seemed to work for these ants.
I had tried ‘ant-traps’, from which, I could see, the insects had taken food - and, presumably, poison - but they didn’t have much of an effect. Baby-powder was suggested to limit their movement, but the wall through which they were passing is lined by the hot-water pipes for heating, so they could simply crawl up and along them. Corn-meal is supposedly tasty to ant appetites but impossble for them to digest but this time, I think they just loosened their belts like uncles after a Christmas dinner and carried on. Orange oil was put forward as a deterrent. I sprayed enough to win a spot in an Anita Bryant commercial, and though it seemed to slow them down, it did not end their invasion.
Nature seems to have brought its own solution. Since I moved into the apartment, I have had the odd six-legged visitor. Mine is one of those semi-subterranean flats, half-buried; not quite basement, not quite ground-floor, so I expect the occasional ant or spider. This does not bother me much. Come the end of July, however, and the ant nests start sending out colonists to found new settlements. It’s an exciting time for ants, and features the winged variety hoping to fly off to new worlds. It was this time, and those ants, that were causing me annoyance.
Now, I think the colonization season is largely over. In the last few days, I have seen only one or two ants. I may be overly optimistic; I may be seeing the entomological version of the tide being drawn out to sea before a tsunami strikes. But with the the autumn approaching, the ants are calming down naturally, and keeping closer to the nest. I hope my problem is finished, at least until next summer.
As domestic difficulties go, it was never a big one, but even so, I think Renn is relieved. Right, my big boy?