When we returned from my Mother's funeral in the States, we were greeted by a stream of ants parading through our kitchen. Not nasty stinging ants, so one wouldn't think it was a problem, but Amy thought that I should do something about them. What did they do to hurt me? Besides drowning by the thousands in our jar of honey with a loose lid? Amy took the initiative and put out some ant powder, but they kept coming in. It turns out they had made a colony under our dishwasher, which was sitting on some broken concrete. I can fix this, I thought. I'll just pour a new floor of concrete over the dishwasher pad. That stopped them from coming in from under the dishwasher, but forced the ants to find a new way out of their predicament of being buried alive. They started coming out of the wall plug-ins and around the pipes in the kitchen. After weeks of caulking all of the conduit and pipes I think we have them under control. I've said that at least 10 times now, so my optimism is subdued. The good news is that it forced me to do a much-needed countertop renovation project that I've thought of doing for years!
