ants in the kitchen

Saturday, July 17th, 2010 02:33 pm
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Ants invaded my kitchen this week. That used to happen every once in a while at FF's house, but hadn't happened in this house until now. I couldn't find anything specific that was attracting the ants; they were just scouting/wandering all over the counter-tops and stove. I wanted to get rid of them before they *did* find something.

I read that ants don't like mint, and I had some peppermint liquid soap, so I mixed some of that with water and spread it around. I also rubbed some spearmint essential oil in a few places. The ants avoided the wet areas, but by evening when it had dried, they were walking everywhere again, pretty much ignoring it. I sprinkled cinnamon in one spot; that didn't seem to bother them much. I sprinkled black pepper near the window where they were coming into the kitchen; that didn't seem to affect them much either.

I looked to see how they were getting into the kitchen and into the house, and found some spots that needed to be caulked shut. I waited until night-time, when most of the ants had left the house and gone back to their nest (or where-ever), and then caulked those spots.

In the morning, I checked again. There were still some ants crawling around, but not nearly as many as yesterday. I found another spot that needed to be caulked. I took a brush/dustpan, and swept up all the ants I could find, and dumped them outside. (I don't want to hurt the ants, and most of them don't seem to be hurt by the brushing). Then I caulked the remaining spot. There were still a few ants crawling around, so I continued brushing them up and dumping them outside, and rubbed some vinegar around the areas where they had been.

Now I only see still a very few ants, here and there. Hopefully this has done the trick, and they won't come back.
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I was going through some of my old online journal entries which I don't keep online anymore, and got the idea that perhaps I should post them back on my website. It doesn't matter if hardly anyone ever looks at them; they are a part of my history, and some are quite poetic. But it would be nice if they were tagged, so that I could easily find all posts related to various topics. But I could do that! Instead of just posting the original html files on my website, I could post each entry into a journal system like my dreamwidth account, and tag them at the same time! I haven't even managed to find the time to tag all of my old LiveJournal entries though.

I'm not poetic like I used to be. Out of pain came poetry. Nowadays I avoid writing when I'm feeling bad. There's no point in making other people feel blue too. If I write about pain nowadays, it seems embarrassing, whiny, and repetitive. Not that I completely avoid it.

*
i want
my words
to be
beauty
*


I've been pruning and cutting down some small trees in my yard; trees growing in places where I don't want them to grow. I don't like doing it; I feel bad for the trees I'm killing and/or mutilating; I feel bad for the insects and animals that may have lived on or played on them. I sort of feel like an emotionless killer. It's so easy to cut down living branches. So easy to saw through a 3 inch trunk. Killing things, simply because I don't want them where they happen to be.

There are ant mounds in my yard. I may end up putting down bait to kill the ants. I haven't yet decided... if the mounds didn't get bigger and didn't multiply, they wouldn't bother me; but they do, and I don't want my yard to end up full of fire ants. So I may try killing them. I don't like doing it, but in the end, it is a simple matter to do. I don't have to think about the hundreds or thousands of dying ants... just like I don't have to think about the trees. Emotionless. Easy. I wonder if that is what serial murderers feel when they kill people. No, they get some kind of pleasure out of it, right? So not that. But then, I wonder if that is what hardened criminals feel when they victimize and murder people. Nothing. Expendiency. You don't want the person to be alive, or you don't care about their pain, so you hurt or kill them, for your own benefit.

The particular post I was looking for was one in which I voiced sadness and anger at FF pruning/cutting the trees which grew in front of my bedroom window, when I lived at her house. It's so ironic, that now I'm doing the same kind of thing. No sadness; no anger; it's just what one has to do, to keep things from getting overgrown and overly shady.

Irony.
Not who I used to be.


Oh. There are these very cute little insects that live on the trees around here. They are camouflaged to look like little bits of bark. But they have white fluff/feathery stuff on their tail ends.

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