Drawing The Line
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shazrashaWhen I got home last night I was tired, and too hot. Having spoken to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lucian_albrecht's mum when we stopped on the way back from Maelstrom, I decided to open windows and the hatch in the roof to give the heat somewhere to escape too. I've taken to walking barefoot around the house recently to help keep me cool as well. I thought I would be safe...
The following scenario is a true story.
So, I thought, you will be fine now you can go downstairs and just...what is that small black moving thing on the floor by your foot? An Ant! In my bathroom...kill it...hang on I see another one...and another. My eyes slid towards the corner of the bathroom behind the toilet. A black seething mass exuded from it.
This is the point where I panicked and ran. I am not ashamed of this. I quite clearly accept that individual ants while not pleasant I can cope with, but a mass of them. NO WAY.
I was a puddle on the sofa and sent a mail to K about the invasion asking her to call me. A sound plan it seemed as she managed to calm me down enough to start thinking of a counter strategy. It took a lot of internal convincing for me to ascend the stairs again. The image of me barefoot amongst them still clear in my mind. My mantra as I moved was my reluctance to allow them access to the rest of the house.
This is when I got my second shook of the ant invasion. They had brought air troops with them. The wings a clear indication that this was not just a few stray ants who had wondered in, but a hatched nest. I studied my approach carefully and got as close as I dared, aiming the ant powder in front of my like a gun.
The line was clearly drawn in white, proclaiming "thou shalt not pass". Though the winged ants made me unsure it would truly be affective so I sprayed a few puffs of powder on top and ran for it. I only went up once more when nature forced me to (darn only having one toilet). Fortunately the ants seemed to have taken heavy casualties and retreated beyond my sight.
When K got home she got to be my knight in shining armour, going upstairs to de-ant with a hoover and a determination to remove the lot of them from my sight. When she returned triumphant I could breath a sigh of relief.
Still a little nervous about going in there as I do not think we got rid of all of them and the thought of an ants nest in the house scares me. But at least the ant powder has drawn a line they will be very reluctant to cross.
lucian_albrecht's mum when we stopped on the way back from Maelstrom, I decided to open windows and the hatch in the roof to give the heat somewhere to escape too. I've taken to walking barefoot around the house recently to help keep me cool as well. I thought I would be safe...The following scenario is a true story.
So, I thought, you will be fine now you can go downstairs and just...what is that small black moving thing on the floor by your foot? An Ant! In my bathroom...kill it...hang on I see another one...and another. My eyes slid towards the corner of the bathroom behind the toilet. A black seething mass exuded from it.
This is the point where I panicked and ran. I am not ashamed of this. I quite clearly accept that individual ants while not pleasant I can cope with, but a mass of them. NO WAY.
I was a puddle on the sofa and sent a mail to K about the invasion asking her to call me. A sound plan it seemed as she managed to calm me down enough to start thinking of a counter strategy. It took a lot of internal convincing for me to ascend the stairs again. The image of me barefoot amongst them still clear in my mind. My mantra as I moved was my reluctance to allow them access to the rest of the house.
This is when I got my second shook of the ant invasion. They had brought air troops with them. The wings a clear indication that this was not just a few stray ants who had wondered in, but a hatched nest. I studied my approach carefully and got as close as I dared, aiming the ant powder in front of my like a gun.
The line was clearly drawn in white, proclaiming "thou shalt not pass". Though the winged ants made me unsure it would truly be affective so I sprayed a few puffs of powder on top and ran for it. I only went up once more when nature forced me to (darn only having one toilet). Fortunately the ants seemed to have taken heavy casualties and retreated beyond my sight.
When K got home she got to be my knight in shining armour, going upstairs to de-ant with a hoover and a determination to remove the lot of them from my sight. When she returned triumphant I could breath a sigh of relief.
Still a little nervous about going in there as I do not think we got rid of all of them and the thought of an ants nest in the house scares me. But at least the ant powder has drawn a line they will be very reluctant to cross.
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Date: 2006-07-26 08:27 am (UTC)Which is odd given that we both react with stoicism in the face of wasps when everyone else screams and jumps about :D
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Date: 2006-07-26 09:09 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-07-28 03:07 pm (UTC)So much worse than my ant story.
Ick!
Our loos are safely on upper floors of the house, so they should be safe from similar attacks...
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Date: 2006-07-28 05:31 pm (UTC)